 found; and the procession started in grand order. The specials
surrounded the body of the vehicle; Mr. Grummer and Mr. Dubbley marched
triumphantly in front; Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle walked arm-in-arm behind;
and the unsoaped of Ipswich brought up the rear.
    The shopkeepers of the town, although they had a very indistinct notion of
the nature of the offence, could not but be much edified and gratified by this
spectacle. Here was the strong arm of the law, coming down with twenty
gold-beater force, upon two offenders from the metropolis itself; the mighty
engine was directed by their own magistrate, and worked by their own officers;
and both the criminals by their united efforts, were securely shut up, in the
narrow compass of one sedan-chair. Many were the expressions of approval and
admiration which greeted Mr. Grummer, as he headed the cavalcade, staff in hand;
loud and long were the shouts raised by the unsoaped; and amidst these united
testimonials of public approbation, the procession moved slowly and majestically
along.
    Mr. Weller, habited in his morning jacket with the black calico sleeves, was
returning in a rather desponding state from an unsuccessful survey of the
mysterious house with the green gate, when, raising his eyes, he beheld a crowd
pouring down the street, surrounding an object which had very much the
appearance of a sedan-chair. Willing to divert his thoughts from the failure of
his enterprise, he stepped aside to see the crowd pass; and finding that they
were cheering away, very much to their own satisfaction, forthwith began (by way
of raising his spirits) to cheer too, with all his might and main.
    Mr. Grummer passed, and Mr. Dubbley passed, and the sedan passed, and the
body-guard of specials passed, and Sam was still responding to the enthusiastic
cheers of the mob, and waving his hat about as if he were in the very last
extreme of the wildest joy (though, of course, he had not the faintest idea of
the matter in hand), when he was suddenly stopped by the unexpected appearance
of Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass.
    »What's the row, gen'l'm'n?« cried Sam. »Who have they got in this here
watch-box in mournin'?«
    Both gentlemen replied together, but their words were lost in the tumult.
    »Who?« cried Sam again.
    Once more was a joint reply returned; and, though the words were inaudible,
Sam saw by the motion
