Bodney’s "breaking away" from Goyle had taken place on the day following the night when Bradley had been robbed of his watch, and two days before the girl appeared in church to ask for prayers. On the Monday following, about noon, she appeared again, this time at Bradley’s lodgings. The housekeeper answered her ring at the bell. "Ah," she said, "come in. You are Mr. Bradley’s sister, I believe. I didn’t see you but a moment, but I think I recognize you." "Is Mr. Bradley here?" the girl asked. "No, your brother has gone out. I think you can find him over at Judge Elbridge’s. I don’t know exactly where it is, but some place on Indiana Avenue. Anyone can tell you. I hope you haven’t any more bad news for him." The girl was shrewd and did not betray herself. "No," she said, and went away. Bradley was in the Judge’s drawing room with Agnes when a servant came in to tell him that a young woman at the door wished to see him. "Oh, a young woman," cried Agnes, pretending to pout. "Some girl you have been talking sweet to, I warrant." He had risen to go out, but he halted to lean over and say to her, "I have never talked sweet, as you term it, to anyone—except—" "This one," Agnes broke in. "Oh, go on. Don’t let me detain you." "Probably someone connected with the church—" "Of course, they always are. Go on, please." "I will tell you all about her when I come back." "Oh, don’t mind me. Here’s Florence. She knows I don’t care. Do please go on." Bradley went out, and not with a light heart, for his love had now entered into the stew and fretful state. The girl stood in the hall, and in the dim light he did not recognize her till she spoke. She handed him a small package. "What is this?" he asked. "It is yours." "My what?" "Your watch." It was some time before he could speak. All ideas were as dust blown about his mind. "You don’t mean to say that—you couldn’t have taken it—you—" "Let me go where I can talk to you—outside." He went out with her and together they walked along the street. Looking back, he saw Agnes at the window, and he waved his hand at her. She made a face at him, he thought. "Now, what is it you have to say?" "You know a man named Goyle?" she said. "Yes, I have met him at the Judge’s house." He waited for her to proceed. "I was with him and two others the night you found me. They left me on the sidewalk because I could not go further, I have been told. Goyle went away alone and snatched your watch." "But, my gracious, how do you know? Did he tell you?"