gone? not hiding in some cupboard? Sacre!—very odd. Have you seen Mrs. Crane about it?"
"Yes, just come from her; she thinks that villain Waife must have stolen her. But I want you, Sir, to come with me to a magistrate."
"Magistrate! I—why?—nonsense—set the police to work."
"Your deposition that she is your lawful child, lawfully made over to me, is necessary for the Inquisition—I mean Police."
"Hang it, what a bother! I hate magistrates, and all belonging to them. Well, I must breakfast; I'll see to it afterward. Oblige me by not calling Mr. Waife a villain—good old fellow in his way."
"Good! Powers above!"
"But if he took her off, how did he get at her? It must have been preconcerted."
"Ha! true. But she has not been suffered to speak to a soul not in the company—Mrs. Crane excepted."
"Perhaps at the performance last night some signal was given?"
"But if Waife had been there I should have seen him; my troop would have known him; such a remarkable face—one eye, too."
"Well, well, do what you think best. I'll call on you after breakfast; let me go now. Basta! basta!"
Losely wrenched himself from the manager, and strode off to the inn; then, ere joining Poole, he sought Mrs. Crane.
"This going before a magistrate," said Losely, "to depose that I have made over my child to that blackguard showman—in this town, too—after such luck as I have had, and where bright prospects are opening on me, is most disagreeable. And supposing, when we have traced Sophy, she should be really with the old man—awkward! In short, my dear friend, my dear Bella" (Losely could be very coaxing when it was worth his while) "you just manage this for me. I have a fellow in the next room waiting to breakfast; as soon as breakfast is over I shall be off to the race-ground, and so shirk that ranting old bore; you'll call on him instead, and settle it somehow." He was out of the room before she could answer.
Mrs. Crane found it no easy matter to soothe the infuriate manager, when he heard Losely was gone to amuse himself at the race-course. Nor did she give herself much trouble to pacify Mr. Rugge's anger, or assist his investigations. Her interest in the whole affair seemed over. Left thus to his own devices, Rugge, however, began to institute a sharp, and what
