IN WHICH THE HERO’S AUNT’S DIAMOND MAKES ACQUAINTANCE WITH THE HERO’S UNCLE

The failure of the great Diddlesex Association speedily became the theme of all the newspapers, and every person concerned in it was soon held up to public abhorrence as a rascal and a swindler.  It was said that Brough had gone off with a million of money.  Even it was hinted that poor I had sent a hundred thousand pounds to America, and only waited to pass through the court in order to be a rich man for the rest of my days.  This opinion had some supporters in the prison; where, strange to say, it procured me consideration—­of which, as may be supposed, I was little inclined to avail myself.  Mr. Aminadab, however, in his frequent visits to the Fleet, persisted in saying that I was a poor-spirited creature, a mere tool in Brough’s hands, and had not saved a shilling.  Opinions, however, differed; and I believe it was considered by the turnkeys that I was a fellow of exquisite dissimulation, who had put on the appearance of poverty in order more effectually to mislead the public.

Messrs. Abednego and Son were similarly held up to public odium:  and, in fact, what were the exact dealings of these gentlemen with Mr. Brough I have never been able to learn.  It was proved by the books that large sums of money had been paid to Mr. Abednego by the Company; but he produced documents signed by Mr. Brough, which made the latter and the West Diddlesex Association his debtors to a still further amount.  On the day I went to the Bankruptcy Court to be examined, Mr. Abednego and the two gentlemen from Houndsditch were present to swear to their debts, and made a sad noise, and uttered a vast number of oaths in attestation of their claim.  But Messrs. Jackson and Paxton produced against them that very Irish porter who was said to have been the cause of the fire, and, I am told, hinted that they had matter for hanging the Jewish gents if they persisted in their demand.  On this they disappeared altogether, and no more was ever heard of their losses.  I am inclined to believe that our Director had had money from Abednego—­had given him shares as bonus and security—­had been suddenly obliged to redeem these shares with ready money; and so had precipitated the ruin of himself and the concern.  It is needless to say here in what a multiplicity of companies Brough was engaged.  That in which poor Mr. Tidd invested his money did not pay 2_d_. in the pound; and that was the largest dividend paid by any of them.

As for ours—­ah! there was a pretty scene as I was brought from the Fleet to the Bankruptcy Court, to give my testimony as late head clerk and accountant of the West Diddlesex Association.

My poor wife, then very near her time, insisted upon accompanying me to Basinghall Street; and so did my friend Gus Hoskins, that true and honest fellow.  If you had seen the crowd that was assembled, and the hubbub that was made as I was brought up!