ss West would go
to her father, would she? Then she, Sabina, would follow her--would
track the felon to his hiding-place! The hint that Hubert could clear
him if he would was lost upon her in the delight of this discovery. She
could not afford to miss this opportunity of pleasing Mrs. Vane and
earning three hundred pounds. She followed Cynthia down-stairs, seized a
hat from a peg in the hall, and walked out into the street.

It was already dark, but the girl's tall graceful figure was easily
discernible at some little distance. Miss Meldreth followed her
hurriedly; she was determined to lose no chance of discovering Westwood
and delivering him up to the authorities.

Down one street after another did she track the convict's daughter.
Cynthia went through quiet quarters--if she had ventured into a crowded
thoroughfare, she would soon have been lost to view. But she had no
suspicion that she was being pursued, or she might have been more
careful. In a quiet little court on the north side of Holborn she
presently came to a halt. There was a dingy little house with "Lodgings
to Let" on a card in the window, and at the door of this house she
stopped and gave three knocks with her knuckles. In a few moments the
door was opened, and she stepped in. Sabina could not see who admitted
her.

She waited for some time. A light appeared after a while in an upper
window, and one or two shadows crossed the white linen blind. Sabina
went a little higher up the court and watched. Shadows came
again--first, the shadow of a woman with a hat upon her head--ah, that
was Miss West!--next that of a man--nearer the window and more distinct.
Sabina thought that she recognised the slight stoop of the shoulders,
the stiff and halting gait.

"I've caught you at last, have I, Mr. Reuben Dare!" she said to herself,
with a chuckle, as she noted the number of the house and the name of the
court. "Well, I shall get three hundred pounds for this night's work!
I'll wait a bit and see what happens next."

What happened next was that the lights were extinguished and that the
house seemed to be shut up.

"Safe for the night!" said Sabina, chuckling to herself. "I won't let
the grass grow under my feet this time. I'll tell the police to-morrow
morning, and I'll write to Mrs. Vane as well. He shan't escape us now!"

She retraced her steps to Russell Square, and at once indited a letter
to Mrs. Vane with a full account of all that she had seen and heard