which the letter for Morris was lying, and left
the other office unprotected. On the evening of
Thursday, the 25th of May, Morris sent to the
post-office at which the letter and the detectives
were not waiting for him, and asked for the
letter. The receiver, instead of attempting to
detain him, contented himself with looking
through two or three bundles of letters, and
stating that he had no such letter, but that it
would probably be found at the other post-office
in the Edgeware-road. Morris, on learning this,
went away, saying lie would call at the other
office, but instead of doing so he sent, the next
morning, his accomplice, the tall fair man, who,
after receiving the letter, was followed by the
detectives and taken into custody, just one
fortnight after the date of his visit to Waterbridge.
If anything had been wanting to prove that the
pretended inspector who visited Higher Brickey
was no other than Henry Morris, formerly a
clerk in the Waterbridge post-office, the capture
of the inspector's confederate, with a letter from
the mother of Morris to her son, would have
settled the question.

The tall fair man, who was called " Needle
Tommy"—but who called himself John Wilson
—was tried, and got ten years' penal; and, as his
trial was in the papers, there was little doubt
that Morris would read of it, would not again
venture to communicate with his mother, and
would attempt to escape from London. To
prevent his escape, we sent a description of him
to every metropolitan railway station, to every
important junction station within fifty miles of
London, to every seaport, and to every large
provincial town. We ascertained that not only
was his eye affected, but that he was distinguishable
by a congenital contraction of the little
finger of his left hand. We obtained his photograph
from the police authorities, and three
hundred copies of that photograph were
distributed amongst the principal officers in town
and country, and amongst the inspectors and
ticket-takers at the principal railway
stations. We sent detectives to Epsom, Ascot,
and Hampton races, and a watch was kept at
every theatre, music-hall, and dancing-saloon in
London.

And all to no purpose. The police were
wonderfully active, but not very perspicuous.
One-eyed men were being taken up all over the
country, it not being taken into account that
the little fingers of their left hands were all
straight, and that in no other respect did they
answer the description of Morris. A one-eyed
man on Newhaven pier, walking to the Dieppe
boat, had to answer many questions before he
was permitted to embark. A one-eyed Jew
fruiterer, going to Margate for a holiday, spent
his evening in the station-house instead of at
the Tivoli Gardens, until he satisfied the
authorities. From Walsall and Chelmsford, from
Newcastle- on- Tyne and from Horsemonger-
lane Jail, we received information that Morris
was arrested, but investigation cleared up the
story, and Morris was still at large. How to
get him? how to get him? We were all fairly
done, when a brilliant thought came across me,
and we acted on it at once.

When Morris was in prison at Woking, he
wrote to a " Mr. Naylor, 3B, Suffolk-street,
Middlesex Hospital," and represented Naylor
to be his brother. We knew very well that
this was false, and concluded that Naylor must
have been a prison companion of Morris's, and
we therefore thought it probable that if we
could find Naylor we should find Morris. So
I went to the dead-letter office, where there are
hundreds of photographs taken out of letters
which could not be delivered for want of address
or other cause, and I picked out one of a
prettyish, fastish-looking girl, and I enclosed it
in a letter, which ran thus:

"Captain Flash, of our place, will call on you in
a few days. The Rosebud wants you to give him
the enclosed, and ask him to write to her at the
old place. Yours, J. Murray."

This letter was addressed to Naylor, was
registered, and given to a letter-carrier with
instructions not to part with it until he got a
receipt from Naylor himself. Within twenty-four
hours, the man brought back Naylor's receipt and
an accurate description of Naylor himself. We
told the detectives of this, and if they had done
as they were told we should have had Morris and
Naylor together; but they will not take a hint,
and so my little game was for a time— only for
the time, mind— of no use.

But we got him at last. On the 29th of June,
nine days after the delivery of the registered
letter to Naylor, the solicitor to the post-office
in Dublin telegraphed to the effect that Morris
and two other men, after obtaining goods from
Dublin tradesmen in exchange for forged money
orders of Higher Brickey issue, had been
arrested at Malahide, near Dublin. From further
reports of the case, it appeared that on the
morning of the 28th of June Morris visited the
shops of three of the principal mercers in.
Dublin, and selected at each shop goods to the
value of about twenty-five pounds. The tradesmen
were one and all charmed with his politeness.
He appeared, they said, to have very
good taste and a thorough knowledge of the
value of the articles he selected, but, with the
modesty which is always inseparable from true
genius, he expressed doubts as to his own
powers of selection, and said that he would
leave the choice to the tradesmen, in the
conviction that any article which he purchased of
firms so eminent must be of the best quality.
When he had made his purchases, he, in each
case, desired that the goods might be retained
for him until the evening, when he would call
and pay for them. He also asked in each case
to be directed to the post-office. He returned
in the evening to each shop, and made profuse
apologies for being after his tune. He had
been detained, he said, at dinner by some friends
whose hospitality was overwhelming. He had
also been quite put out by the discovery that
the Money-order Office in Dublin closed at four
o'clock. In England much more accommodation
was given to the public. He had relied upon