your handiwork, Giles, I understand.'

Mr. Giles, who had been feverishly putting the tea-cups to

rights, blushed very red, and said that he had had that honour.

'Honour, eh?' said the doctor; 'well, I don't know; perhaps it's

as honourable to hit a thief in a back kitchen, as to hit your

man at twelve paces. Fancy that he fired in the air, and you've

Mr. Giles, who thought this light treatment of the matter an

unjust attempt at diminishing his glory, answered respectfully,