The girl seized her letter and fled, being far too kindly a little coward to inform Kezia that the house belonged to George. She looked into the parlour, where Miss Yard was singing away happily and, after bidding her to go on with her warbles for another ten minutes, she ran out of the house; but hardly had turned towards the post office when a voice called from the opposite direction. Nellie turned, shading her eyes, seeing nothing at first because she was staring into the glow of the sunset; and then two figures advanced towards her--the policeman and George Drake. "I was just going to post a letter to you. Whatever has made you turn up again?" she cried. "The bad shilling has saved you a good penny stamp," replied George. "I seemed to have been away quite long enough and, as my lodgings were jolly dull, I decided to accept Aunt Sophy's invitation to live in my own house again. I ought never to have gone, for as soon as I was out of the house--what do you think the policeman has been telling me?" "About the robbery." "How that miserable Robert stole my things, while Bessie kept Kezia in the kitchen." "That's right, miss. I guessed how it was at once, but couldn't say anything till I'd made sure. I was just coming to tell you when I met Mr. Drake," said the new sergeant, stroking his moustache complacently. "It doesn't pay to be a rascal here," said George. "This policeman has caught a farmer burning down his house, and Robert making off with my property, within the last few days. I hope it won't be long before he gets a murder. I don't mind telling him to his face that he deserves a double murder and suicide." The constable expressed his gratitude for this unsolicited testimonial, and added, "Mr. Drake thinks, miss, I'd better not go any further in the matter, as there seems to be a sort of doubt as to who owns the furniture." "There is no doubt whatever. I own the things, and I'll see about getting them back without troubling you," said George. "Right, sir!" Then the policeman bade them good evening and went his way. Immediately they were alone, George burst out excitedly, "Nellie, there's another girl!" "In your case? Well, nobody's jealous," she replied. "A prettier one than ever, but very young, in short skirts, with her hair down, and her name's Teenie," he continued, without even hearing her comment. "I think you've come back perfectly crazy," observed Nellie. "If you don't believe me, you can just go to Black Anchor and find out for yourself." "Oh, you mean another girl there!" she exclaimed, flushing angrily, and adding, "I don't want to hear any more--but how do you know?"