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-"Fraid I can't," the lawyer smiled. "I am not particularly interested in what the late General Booth used to call the submerged tenth; but if you are anxious to find this man Biddle, I suggest that you should comb some of the public-houses in the east end, across the river."
Manthon thanked his successor and departed upon what proved to be rather a long errand. It was a good three hours later before he ran his man to earth, in a small beer-house. Biddle was seated in solitary state in a sort of apology for a bar, gazing gloomily at an empty tankard. There was nobody else there at the moment, so that Manthon could speak freely.