wink ; TYLNEY HALL. " but you're dull, Tippy it's a dull day with you/' and the oracle gave a grave shake of his head. " Perhaps if you was to go by the road/' suggested Tippy, " and I was to wade " across the water " To be sure/' said the constable; " it's what I've been driving at all along, but you don't take ain't I a regular deep one eh, Tippy ? let me alone for a scheme he's grabbed as sure as I stand here/' and his stick again tested the solidity of the terra firma. " He's limed, Tippy he's trapped mark my words he is and, in that case, he's as good as caught." The follower made no answer, but proceeded along the bank, looking out for a shallow part of the brook where he might wade over, and he had gone about twenty paces when he suddenly stopped, and bending down over the stream gazed intently into the water. At last, having satisfied himself of the nature of the object, he turned round and hallooed to the constable to come to the spot. Accord- ingly with due deliberation, for Master Goff moved bodily as well as mentally as slowly as a tortoise, he arrived at the place, where, stooping down as the other had done, he stared at the water but without perceiving any thing except the mere element with his own stolid countenance reflected on the surface. " Do you see any thing ?" asked Tippy. " To be sure I do, I have eyes in my head," and he winked at his own image. " It's the flap of a man's coat," said Tippy, in an undertone. " I know it," answered the constable, telling one of his " habitual lies, it's a bottle green one, with gilt buttons." Unluckily for the speaker's assertion, a strong eddy of the current brought the skirt gradually towards the surface proving obviously that it was a black one. It bably, would, pro- have sunk down again before the constable had thought of the propriety of catching hold of it, had not Tippy thrown himself on the ground and seized the cloth. " By the weight," said the latter, " there's a body to it." " That's just what I expected," said the " constable, and between you and me, I have a notion who it is."
TYLNEY HALL. 377 "Who? "asked Tippy. " That's tellings," returned the constable, " some folks see further than other folks," a nod and a wink at once. " You'll see when he's pulled out." " Lend a hand, then," said Tippy ; and with some diffi- culty, they raised the body, and deposited it on the grass, by the side of the brook. " Poor fellow !" ejaculated Tippy, after a long look at the " corpse, what shall we do with him " ? " Stand him on his head, to be sure," said the constable, " to run the water out that's the most reviving thing." " It might have revived him two or three days ago," said Tippy. "Ay, three days, or three and a half that's my just own calculation," said the constable " ; any body may see that by " his appearance he's monstrous swelled, surely " Is it the man you mean ?" inquired Tippy. The constable nodded, " It's him, Tippy, and no mistake." " , For my part," said Tippy, " his face is so swelled, and bruised, and battered, I shouldn't know him if he was my own born brother."