nd a very gentle sigh. She knew well in her
little breast that no amount of chemical food would take away the
terror which inspired her when she saw the face of Mr. Dove. She had
seen him just now, although Jasmine had not--he was standing with
several other men at the corner of the road, and his blood-shot eyes
had seemed to look through her, and as she passed by he had raised his
hand, and shaken it at her in a truly menacing manner.

Dove had not forgotten Daisy, as Daisy had fondly hoped. Daisy
Mainwaring meant to him a certain amount of money. Dove was not the
sort of man to allow the chance of gaining money dishonestly to go by.
As to earning money, and coming by it as the sweet fruits of honest
toil, that did not at all suit his idea. When he saw the child going
out with her sister he recollected, with much pleasure, that
quarter-day was about due. Feeling in his own pockets, he confessed
they were unpleasantly light and empty, and then he wondered if he
might find any agreeable little pickings in the girls' trunks. He had
subjugated poor little Daisy so completely that he would have ventured
to rob even in her presence, but of course he preferred doing his
burglary work alone.

He very quickly made up his mind to pay a visit that very day to the
girls' new rooms in Miss Egerton's house. He made an excuse to get
away from his companions, and then, walking quickly in the direction
of Miss Egerton's house, he took his bearings carefully. At this hour
Miss Egerton was busy with her school and Bridget was employed in the
kitchen. He might do what he liked, therefore, in that part of the
house which the girls called the Palace Beautiful. He knew a way by
which he could get on the roof--from the roof there was an easy
entrance to the girls' rooms. By the time Jasmine, Daisy, and Poppy
were joyously driving towards the city Dove had taken possession of
their nice bright rooms. When he got in he locked the outer door, and
then he felt quite comfortable, and at leisure to look around him.

The first thing he saw was the letter directed to Primrose on the
sitting-room table. He took it up, and examined it closely. He could
spell out--for he was by no means a proficient reader--the word
Rosebury on one of the post-marks; that was enough for him; the letter
was tucked neatly into his pocket, and then he went round the room in
search of fresh spoil.

He found very little, for the Palace Beautiful showed none of its
charm