been gone a week. A fifty pound Bank note, in a sheet of paper, directed to me, and put underneath the door in the night.

She tried to hide her writing, but she couldn’t hide it from Me!’

He folded up the note again, with great patience and care, in exactly the same form, and laid it on one side.

‘This come to Missis Gummidge,’ he said, opening another, ‘two or three months ago.’ After looking at it for some moments, he gave it to me, and added in a low voice, ‘Be so good as read it, sir.’

I read as follows:

‘Oh what will you feel when you see this writing, and know it comes from my wicked hand!