"The young ladies, sir?" faltered the landlady, gasping and looking at the man who still kept by Vincent's side. "Oh, Lord bless us! The young ladies----" "Make haste and let them know I am here," said Vincent, gradually growing more and more anxious. "I will undertake to produce them if they are wanted as witnesses. Where are they?--where is my sister? I tell you she is my sister. I have come for her. Tell Miss Vincent. Surely I am speaking plain English," said the young man, with a flush of sudden dread. "The elder one, Miss Vincent--you understand me? Let her know that I am here." "His sister! Oh, Lord bless us; and he don't know no more than the unborn," cried the woman of the house. "Oh, Lord! p'liceman, can't you tell the poor gentleman? His sister! oh, that's worse than ever, that is. Some poor young thing as has been beguiled and led astray. Lord bless us! don't look at me o' that way. I ain't to blame. Oh, gracious me, that I should have to tell the gentleman, and you standing there! Oh, sir, it's her as has done it. She's gone away from here afore break of day. I don't blame her; oh, I don't blame her; don't look o' that dreadful way at me. He's drove her to it with bad usage. She'll have to suffer for it; but I don't blame her. I don't blame her if it was my last word in life." Vincent felt his tongue cleave to his mouth. He was stunned; he did not know what he said--what he was hearing. "Blame her? whom? for what?" he said, with a mechanical effort. He seemed to himself to be suddenly engulfed in some horrible cloud, but he did not know what it meant. "Oh, Lord! don't look o' that dreadful way at me; she's gone off from here as soon as she done it," cried the woman. "She had that much sense left, poor soul. He's drove her mad; he's drove her to it. My man says it can't be brought in no worse than manslaughter----" "You don't understand me," Vincent broke in; "you are talking of the criminal. Who are you talking of?--but it does not matter. I want Miss Vincent. Do you hear me?--the young lady whom he brought here last night. Where is my sister? Gone away before daybreak! You mean the criminal, but I want my sister. Susan! take me to where she is. She had nothing to do with it. I will give you anything--pay you anything, only take me to where she is." He moved towards the door as he spoke, half believing that, if he could but hold out and refuse to credit this horror, Susan might still be found. "Lord bless us! the poor young gentleman's gone out of his senses," cried the landlady. "Let him go through all the house if that's what he wants. There ain't nothing to conceal in my house. I'll take you to the room as they were in--she and the other one. This way, sir. They hadn't nothing with them but two little bags, so there wasn't much to leave; but such as it is, being her night-things, is there. She wasn't thinking of bags, nor any of her little comforts, when she went away. Here, sir; walk in here."