Louise raised her face, with an excited look in her eyes. "Well, why are you looking like that?" "Tell me, uncle--was he very much hurt, that night?" "Nearly killed," said the old man grimly, and with a furtive look at his niece. "Uncle!" "Well, what of it? He's nothing to you. Good enough sort of fellow, but there are thousands of better men in the world." Louise's brow grew puckered, and a red spot burned in each of her cheeks. "Been very good and helped me to find you; paid the detective to hunt you out." "Uncle! surely you will not let Mr Leslie pay." "Not let him! I did let him. He has plenty of money, and I have none-- handy." "But, uncle!" "Oh! it pleased him to pay. I don't know why, though, unless, like all young men, he wanted to make ducks and drakes of his cash." Louise's brow seemed to grow more contracted. "Bit of a change for him to run up to town. I suppose that's what made him come," continued the old man; "and now I've found you, I suppose he feels free to go about where he likes. I never liked him." If Uncle Luke expected his niece to make some reply he was mistaken, for Louise lay back with her eyes half-closed, apparently thinking deeply, till there was a tap at the door. "Hah! that's Leslie," cried the old man, rising. "You will come back and tell me if there is any news of Harry, uncle," whispered Louise. Then, with an agonised look up at him as she clung to his hands, "He will not help them?" "What, to capture that poor boy? No, no. Leslie must feel bitter against the man who struck him down, but not so bad as that." The knock was repeated before he could free, his hands and cross the room. "Yes, what is it?" "That gentleman who has been to see you before, sir," said the waiter, in a low voice. "Not Mr Leslie? He has not returned?" "No, sir." "I'll come directly. Where is he?" "In the coffee-room, sir." Uncle Luke closed the door and recrossed the room, to where Louise had half risen and was gazing at him wildly. "News of Harry, uncle?" "Don't know, my dear." "You are keeping it from me. That man has taken him, and all this agony of suffering has been in vain." "I'd give something if Madelaine were here," said Uncle Luke. "No, no; I am not keeping back anything. I don't know anything; I only came back to beg of you to be calm. There, I promise you that you shall know all." "Even the worst?" "Even the worst." Louise sank back, and the old man descended to the coffee-room, to find Parkins impatiently walking up and down. "Well?" "No, sir; no luck yet," said that officer. "What do you mean with your no luck?" cried Uncle Luke angrily. "You don't suppose I want him found?" "Perhaps not, sir, but I do. I never like to undertake a job without carrying it through, and I feel over this that I have been regularly tricked." "What's that to me, sir?"