A car rumbled into the garage. Its colored driver immediately began washing it and Harvey sauntered back into the yard. The number on it was the one printed on his memory. From somewhere back in his tired brain came the impulse to say, "I'm a repair man from Gavin's garage. Mr. Comstock told me to come over and take a look at his car. Said he had it out in the rain last night and it wasn't working right." "Yes, sah; that car certainly has been drove last night. Some of the battery connections got wet." The chauffeur was glib enough. "Lights and ignition out of order?" Harvey pretended to examine the car, asking seemingly careless questions and gaining from the negro the information that the car had gone from the jail with Druce to an obscure street far out on the northwest side. The man could not give the number of the house, but said it was one of three in the middle of "a short little street." Harvey made the excuse that he must go back to the garage where he was employed to get his tools, and hurried away. It was growing dark and a wild, stormy rain-wind was blowing when he reached the remote neighborhood described for him by the bondsman's talkative servant. He was gazing at the three forbidding dwellings standing near the center of the block, trying to make up his mind which to approach first, when he saw Elsie in her long rain-coat come out of the middle house, hesitate a moment, then hurry down the steps into the street. He slipped into the shadow of a house, his heart thumping. "Elsie!" he called softly in a voice scarcely above a whisper. She stopped, startled. "Is it Harvey?" Elsie peered doubtingly into the darkness, then stepped trustingly towards him as he replied, "Yes, it's sure Harvey." He caught the sadness in her words and his voice shook. "Won't you come away with me now? Your mother wants you!" "Your life is in danger with him. Why don't you leave him?" he added earnestly. "Leave him," she repeated. "Oh, if I only could! My mother and Patience--how are they?" "They are well and safe, only they want you. They're going back to Millville, to the same cottage. It's going to be all fixed over. Patience is going to be married--Mr. Harry Boland." Tears streamed from Elsie's eyes. She leaned against the iron fence that skirted the sidewalk. "Don't you see, Harvey, I just couldn't go home? I couldn't bear to make Patience--ashamed of me. Don't tell her that, though, will you? Tell them that I have to stay with my--my--oh, don't let mother know you saw me. Don't let her know any different." "You poor little thing--" She looked about her in alarm. "I mustn't stay here. You mustn't, either. It's no use, Harvey. The life's got me--I can't turn back." The next moment she was running down the street as if hurrying from a pursuer.