and I
will accompany you to the cottage where the family of Crugeot reside."

I bade my friend farewell, and hurried after my companions.

"Ask no questions," I said; "it will be the safest; but I have a clue at
length to the object of which we are in search, and I trust that we may
be able to carry out the Lady Anne's beneficent designs."

Having concluded our rambles about the city, and James Brocktrop having
gained all the information he required, we returned to our hostelry. I
begged that I might go forth alone when it was dark. I had full
confidence in the faithfulness of Brocktrop, as well as in the
discretion of A'Dale; but yet I was sure that the fewer who knew
Overton's secret the better. One who like him had left the Church of
Rome, if discovered, would be sure to meet with no mercy.

I accordingly set out by myself through the streets of Norwich. I had
noted the house where I had seen him, and fully believed that I should
find it again. There are, however, so many ups and downs in the city,
and the streets wind about so much, that it is no easy matter to find
the way, especially dark as it then was. Here and there only a light
gleamed forth from some artisan's workshop, making the obscurity in
other places still more dense. At last I recognised a building I had
seen in the morning, and knew that Master Overton's house was not far on
one side of it. I hastened on and knocked. A voice told me to come in,
and I saw him, as before, with a small lamp by his side, working away at
his loom.

"I thank you very much, my young friend, for coming," he said; "I am
anxious, as you are, to try and discover my niece. I have no doubt,
however, that she will be found. We will soon go forth in search of the
worthy Flemings in whose company I saw her."

Saying this, he threw a cloak round him such as was worn by the
Flemings, and taking me by the arm we together left the house, which he
locked carefully behind him. My eyes had now become accustomed to the
darkness of the streets, and I could without difficulty walk on by the
side of my companion. We had not gone far, when he stopped at the door
of a low cottage. We listened, for a sweet, low hymn was being sung by
some one within. It was one of Marot's, such as my own dear parents had
delighted in. The sound melted me almost to tears. Now another voice
joined in: it was that of a woman. And now a man's tones were heard,
full and rich. I would not for m