The police were straightway taken into his confidence. The tale of the midnight apparition--of the Demon Lady--was told and listened to, at first with somewhat of an incredulous smile; but when the landlord stated that an unknown damosel had been sojourning for two days at the hotel, that she had that morning vanished in a hackney-coach without leaving any trace of her address, and that, moreover, certain spoons of undeniable silver were amissing, Argus pricked up his ears, and after some few preliminary inquiries, issued forth in quest of the fugitive. Two days afterwards the fair Saville was discovered in a temperance hotel; and although the pocketbook had disappeared, both the recognisable notes and the watch were found in her possession. A number of pawn-tickets, also, which were contained in her reticule, served to collect from divers quarters a great mass of _bijouterie_, amongst which were the Blenheim spoons. Such was Mr Grobey's evidence as afterwards supplemented by the police. Tom rose to cross-examine. "Pray, Mr Grobey," said he, adjusting his gown upon his shoulders with a very knowing and determined air as though he intended to expose his victim--"Pray, Mr Grobey, are you any judge of studs?" "I ain't a racing man," replied Grobey, "but I knows an oss when I sees it." "Don't equivocate, sir, if you please. Recollect you are upon your oath," said Strachan, irritated by a slight titter which followed upon Grobey's answer. "I mean studs, sir--emerald studs for example?" "I ain't. But the lady is," replied Grobey. "How do you mean, sir?" "'Cos there vos five pair on them taken out of pawn with her tickets." "How do you know that, sir?" "'Cos I seed them." "Were you at Jedburgh, sir, in the month of April last?" "I was." "Do you recollect seeing me there?" "Perfectly." "Do you remember what passed upon that occasion?" "You was rather confluscated, I think." There was a general laugh. "Mr Strachan," said the judge mildly, "I am always sorry to interrupt a young counsel, but I really cannot see the relevancy of these questions. The Court can have nothing to do with your communications with the witness. I presume I need not take a note of these latter answers." "Very well, my lord," said Tom, rather discomfited at being cut out of his revenge on the bagman, "I shall ask him something else;" and he commenced his examination in right earnest. Grobey, however, stood steadfast to the letter of his previous testimony. Another witness was called; and to my surprise the Scottish Vidocq appeared. He spoke to the apprehension and the search, and also to the character of the prisoner. In his eyes she had long been chronicled as habit and repute a thief. "You know the prisoner then?" said Strachan rising. "I do. Any time these three years." "Under what name is she known to you?" "Betsy Brown is her real name, but she has gone by twenty others." "By twenty, do you say?"