The Steam-Packet: A Tale of the River and the Ocean — page 209: what you’re looking at

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160 THE STEAM PACKET. “‘ And suppose you alter it?” said the landlord. ‘‘T am a man of honour—of unimpeachable honour, my a host!” cried M. Lievebewitz : “I should scorn to do euch an eps 8 8 ‘‘ And in the mean time——” — - “In the meantime, go and sell your share of my property th the. notary for half the amount in ready cash!” whispered the Pole, with mysterious solemnity. ‘So I will—so I will!” ejaculated the host, quite delighted ‘aa. this suggestion. ‘‘ Master Marc Moulin is a sharp fellow—is fond of money, and likes a little bit of usury. He ie snap at my propaea besides he has the will in his own possession.” ~ “ And I will wait till you come back,” said the Pole, cooll. i ae himself in the identical arm-chair which the priest had ein all night. Off went the landlord, and so did M. Lievebewitz as soon as the coast was clear; the former by the door, the latter by the window; the one in the direction of the notary’s house, the other in that of the a open fields. Half an hour elapsed, during which Captain Pentonville and ‘i Buckram awoke, arose, and dressed themselves; but great was the A dismay of the latter gentleman when he found that the coat so beauti- | fully frogged and so elegantly braided, had disappeared “‘ as if it never had been.’’ He hastened to communicate his loss to his friend Pen- tonville, who immediately instituted an inquiry concerning the miss- ing garment; but nothing satisfactory was elicited. At length a sus- picion that it might have found its way back again to the original owner flashed across the brain of the captain, and he hurried to the Pole’s apartment. It was as he had anticipated ; the bird was flown : hat, trou- sers, waistcoat—all that had been lying about on chairs the day before lid disappeared. The enigma was now read ; and Buckram was once” more compelled to envelop himself in the capacious flannel dressing- gown, which he put on with a grimace that called a smile to the lips | of the captain in spite of this new embarrassment. Scarcely had the two gentlemen thus completed their. toilet, when the clanking of swords in the street beneath their windows fell upon their ears. They cast a hasty glance thitherward; and, to their dis- may, perceived two gendarmes just entering the inn. The truth was, — that the landlord having been assured by the notary that the whole proceeding of M. Jean Jacques Pierre Lievebewitz was an imposture from beginning to end, had determined to call in the police to his aid in obtaining a settlement of the three hundred’ and nineteen frances due for board and lodging ;——and, as in the former case at Gravelines, Gomichbooks (E{0)