'twas you! But you're very
welcome, I'm sure. Come in."

And Chandler came in, a rather sheepish look on his good-looking,
fair young face.

"I thought maybe that Mr. Bunting would like to know--" he began,
in a loud, cheerful voice, and Mrs. Bunting hurriedly checked him.
She didn't want the lodger upstairs to hear what young Chandler
might be going to say.

"Don't talk so loud," she said a little sharply. "The lodger is
not very well to-day. He's had a cold," she added hastily, "and
during the last two or three days he hasn't been able to go out."

She wondered at her temerity, her--her hypocrisy, and that moment,
those few words, marked an epoch in Ellen Bunting's life. It was
the first time she had told a bold and deliberate lie. She was
one of those women--there are many, many such--to whom there is
a whole world of difference between the suppression of the truth
and the utterance of an untruth.

But Chandler paid no heed to her remarks. "Has Miss Daisy arrived?"
he asked, in a lower voice.

She nodded. And then he went through into the room where the father
and daughter were sitting.

"Well?" said Bunting, starting up. "Well, Joe? Now you can tell
us all about that mysterious clue. I suppose it'd be too good news
to expect you to tell us they've caught him?"

"No fear of such good news as that yet awhile. If they'd caught
him," said Joe ruefully, "well, I don't suppose I should be here,
Mr. Bunting. But the Yard are circulating a description at last.
And--well, they've found his weapon!"

"No?" cried Bunting excitedly. "You don't say so! Whatever sort
of a thing is it? And are they sure 'tis his?"

"Well, 'tain't sure, but it seems to be likely."

Mrs. Bunting had slipped into the room and shut the door behind her.
But she was still standing with her back against the door, looking
at the group in front of her. None of them were thinking of her
--she thanked God for that! She could hear everything that was
said without joining in the talk and excitement.

"Listen to this!" cried Joe Chandler exultantly. "'Tain't given
out yet--not for the public, that is--but we was all given it by
eight o'clock this morning. Quick work that, eh?" He read out:

"WANTED

A man, of age approximately 28, slight in figure, height
approximately 5 ft. 8 in. Complexion dark. No beard or
whiskers. Wearing a black diagonal coat, hard felt hat, high
white collar, and tie. Carried a newspaper parcel. Very
re