brother liad passed. The man. said lie had, not a minute back ;
he could not have got out of the street by that time.
He ran out at the door, and then up and down the street
several times, but saw nothing of In'm. "Where could he be
gone to ? Possibly, finding him longer gone than he had anti-
cipated, he might haye stepped out to call upon one of his old
friends close by, whom he had not seen for so many years, with
the intention of returning to the theatre. This was not un-
likely ; for in the immediate neighbourhood there lived a Mr.
Bowley, who had been his bosom friend when they were boys.
The idea no sooner struck Grimaldi than he ran to the house
and knocked hastily at the door. The man himself answered
the knock, and was evidently greatly surprised.
" I have indeed seen your brother," he said, in reply to Gri-
maldi's question. " Good God ! I was never so amazed in all
" Is he here now ?" was the anxious inquiry.
" No ; but he has not been gone a minute ; he cannot have
gone many yards."
" That way, — towards Duke-street."
" He must have gone," thought Grimaldi, " to call on Mr.
Bailey, our old landlord." He hurried away to the house in
Great Wild-street, and knocked long and loudly at the door.
The people were asleep. He knocked again and rang violently,
being in a state of great excitement ; at length a servant-girl
thrust her head out of an upper window, and said, both sulkily
and sleepily, —
" I tell you again, he is not at home."
" "What are you talking about ? "Who is not at home ?"
"Why, Mr. Bailey: I told you so before. What do you
keep on knocking for, at this time of night ?"
He could not understand a word of all this, but hurriedlythat direction