t, one of the ceaseless streams of polyglot
humanity, came Zoe from her cheerless day bound for the theatre.
She was a little whiter, a little more tired than usual. All day
long she had heard nothing of Laverick. All day long she had sat
in her tiny room with the memory of that horrible night before her.
She had tried in vain to sleep,--she had made no effort whatever
to eat. She knew now why Arthur Morrison had fled away. She knew
the cause of that paroxysm of fear in which he had sought her out.
The horror of the whole thing had crept into her blood like poison.
Life was once more a dreary, profitless struggle. All the wonderful
dreams, which had made existence seem almost like a fairy-tale for
this last week, had faded away. She was once more a mournful
little waif among the pitiless crowds.

She turned to the left and past the Holborn Tube. Boys were
shouting everywhere the contents of the evening papers. Nearly
every one seemed to be carrying one of the pink sheets. She herself
passed on with unseeing eyes. News was nothing to her. Governments
might rise and fall, war might come and go,--she had still life to
support, a friendless little life, too, on two pounds fifteen
shillings a week. The news they shouted fell upon deaf ears, but
one boy unfurled almost before her eyes the headlines of his sheet.

SENSATIONAL ARREST OF A WELL-KNOWN
STOCKBROKER. CHARGE OF MURDER.

She came to a sudden stop and pulled out her purse. Her fingers
trembled so that the penny fell on to the pavement. The boy picked
it up willingly enough, however, and she passed on with the paper in
her hand. There it was on the front page--staring her in the face:

Early yesterday morning Mr. Stephen Laverick, of the firm of
Laverick & Morrison, Stockbrokers, Old Broad Street, was
arrested at the Milan Hotel on the charge of being concerned
in the murder of a person unknown, in Crooked Friars' Alley,
on Monday last. The accused, who made no reply to the charge,
was removed to Bow Street Police-Station. Particulars of his
examination before the magistrates will be found on page 4.

There was a dull singing in her ears. An electric tram, coming up
from the underground passage, seemed to bring with it some sort of
thunder from an unknown world. She staggered on, unseeing, gasping
for breath. If she could find somewhere to si