Chick started. It suddenly broke on him that the person beside him was one of the bridesmaids, and yet he could not be certain. While he was thinking this over, she asked: “Do you know how Mr. Ellison left the house?” Again Chick thought rapidly, and concluded that he would gain more by answering the question straightly. “We think,” he said, “that he left concealed by a great cape coat that had been worn into the house by another man, and that he had a wig and beard on to resemble that man.” “Who was that man?” “We don’t know.” “He was left in the house after Mr. Ellison went out. Was he not seen?” “No, he escaped from the house by a back window into the back yard, and so into the cross street.” “What sort of a man was he?” “A man with a pointed, glossy black beard, black eyes, heavy black eyebrows and long black hair, curling a little at the ends.” The young woman was thoughtful for a moment or two, sitting with her finger to her lips, which she bit nervously, while her brows were knitted. Chick broke in on her thoughts. “Was this man connected with the robbery or the attempt to rob?” “I don’t think so,” said the young woman; “that was another part of it.” “You mean,” asked Chick, “that the robbery was connected with Mr. Ellison’s disappearance?” “Oh, no,” said the young woman. “The robbery was a consequence of Mr. Ellison’s knowing certain people----” She started suddenly, and, facing Chick, said: “You’re clever. You nearly trapped me. I will confess to you that I wrote both those letters. I learned by accident of this robbing attempt, and tried to stop it by informing Mr. Carter.” “That’s what you said,” said Chick. “You did stop it.” “I know nothing of those people,” she said, “except that, through a certain connection, they were attempting to use Mr. Ellison.” “Do you want Mr. Ellison found?” suddenly asked Chick. “Yes. I am----” She stopped and, looking Chick keenly in the eyes, said: “I will talk no more to-night. I was anxious to know what you have told me. I do not know enough to tell you anything more of importance. I may learn something, and, if I do, I will manage to make Mr. Carter know it. Now, get out, and let me go away.” Believing that he could accomplish no more, and certain that Patsy was not far away, Chick descended from the carriage, lifted his hat, and walked away. The hansom cab, containing the young woman, immediately went over to Broadway and, turning up that street, was driven quite rapidly. But it had not gone the space of a block when another cab drove after it, and Chick saw a hand wave from the window. Jumping across the street, Chick found a cab on the corner, and, hastily calling the driver, said: “Follow that cab, and don’t lose sight of it. If you kill your horse, I’ll pay for it.”