"He left Milward Square yesterday," Esther said. "Then we went to another address, and then to another; we went to all the places Sarah had been to with him, but no tidings anywhere." Sarah burst into tears. "There's no more hope," she said. "I'm done for; they'll come and take me away. How much do you think I'll get? They won't give me ten years, will they?" "I can see nothing else for you to do," said Esther, "but to go straight back to your people and tell them the whole story, and throw yourself on their mercy." "Do you mean that she should say that she pawned the plate to get money to back a horse?" "Of course I do." "It will make the police more keen than ever on the betting houses." "That can't be helped." "She'd better not be took here," said William; "it will do a great deal of harm.... It don't make no difference to her where she's took, do it?" Esther did not answer. "I'll go away. I don't want to get no one into trouble," Sarah said, and she got up from the sofa. At that moment Charles opened the door, and said, "You're wanted in the bar, sir." William went out quickly. He returned a moment after. There was a scared look on his face. "They're here," he said. He was followed by two policemen. Sarah uttered a little cry. "Your name is Sarah Tucker?" said the first policeman. "Yes." "You're charged with robbery by Mr. Sheldon, 34, Cumberland Place." "Shall I be taken through the streets?" "If you like to pay for it, you can go in a cab," the police-officer replied. "I'll go with you, dear," Esther said. William plucked her by the sleeve. "It will do no good. Why should you go?" XL