. m.,
on the 19th ultimo. She is fair with blue eyes, and long flaxen hair,
speaks with a lisp, and answers to the name of Bessie. Any person
bringing information to Messrs. Datchett & Hobb's, 127, Lincoln's Inn
Fields, or to Mr. Joseph W. Kernaby, 11a, Cadogan Square, will receive:

4000 POUND REWARD. 4000 POUND REWARD. 4000 POUND REWARD.

He laid the paper on his knee, and began to consider the facts of the
kidnapping, as he remembered them from the newspaper reports. Her
nurse had taken her to Kensington Gardens, where she had foregathered
with the little daughters of Sir William Uglow. The children's play
had little by little drawn them away from their gossipping nurses,
right out of their sight; and when their nurses went to look for them
they found only the little Uglows; Elizabeth Kernaby had gone. The
children said that a tall gentleman had come to them and, telling her
that her mamma had sent him for her, had taken her away in a cab. The
nurse had thought it strange, but suspected nothing wrong till she
reached home and found that Elizabeth had not returned. She did not
return; and since that day, in spite of all the efforts of Scotland
Yard and the private-detective agencies, nothing had been seen or heard
of her. The reward offered for her recovery had risen from 1000 pounds
to 4000 pounds.

It had been a crime of a masterly simplicity, and Sir Tancred had been
sure that the child would not be forthcoming till the reward satisfied
the cupidity of the child-stealers. He had reason to believe that the
present reward did satisfy the cupidity of the child-stealers; and
after a thoughtful glance at the Biggleswades, he turned to Tinker.
Tinker could be of help to him.

He turned to him and said:

"Do you remember my telling you of a little girl, Elizabeth Kernaby,
who was stolen a week or two ago?"

"Elizabeth Kernaby, aged seven, blue eyes, long flaxen hair, speaks
with a lisp, and answers to the name of Bessie," said Tinker glibly, in
the manner of one reciting a lesson.

"Quite right," said Sir Tancred approvingly; "you'll be another
Sherlock Holmes some day. Well, I have reason to believe that the
little girl with the Biggleswades is Elizabeth Kernaby."

Tinker's face brightened. "Her eyes are blue, but her hair is black,
and it's not very long."

"Hair can be dyed."

"Yes; and it doesn't match her face."

"It doesn't, doesn't it? Well, I want to know if she lisps, and if she
ans