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“Now, what do you think of that cove?” inquired the Hon. Stephen Biggs in a stage whisper.

“Why,” said Dick, who was frowning in a puzzled manner, “he looks the real thing too. I suppose that’s what he’s there for. Now, I wonder where—”

“Ah, but it ain’t that,” broke in Biggs, “I’ve been here every day, almost, and when I see him here every day, too, I soon found out he don’t belong to the place. No; he’s an ordinary customer, who pays his bob every morning when the show opens, and stays till closing-time. He’s to be seen all over the Exhibition, but generally at the Hut most always about the Hut.”

“Well, if he isn’t paid for it, what on earth is his object?” said Dick, as they moved away.

“Ah,” said Mr. Biggs darkly, “I have a notion of my own about that, though some of the people that belong to this here place share it with me.”

“And?” said Dick.

“And,” said Mr. Biggs with emphasis, “in my opinion the fellow’s the dead spit of a detective; what’s more, you may take your Colonial oath he is one!”