There was not a tear in their eyes; each strove by outward calmness to sustain the other in this bitter trial. Inspector Robson never raised his eyes from the charge sheet. "Take care of her, Dick," said Reginald. "Trust to me, Reginald," said Dick, with a bright smile. So they left him, and proceeded through the dimly lighted streets to Aunt Rob's house, and there they found Gracie waiting outside for Dick. CHAPTER LIII. GRACIE RELATES THE STORY OF HER ADVENTURES. "Any news, Gracie," asked Dick. "Lots," replied Gracie. "About which one?" "Both of 'em." Aunt Rob, with an air of determination, seized Gracie's hand. "Come in, child, and tell us all about it," she said. Gracie made no resistance, but looked at Dick for instructions. "The fact is, aunt," he said, "Gracie and I have started on a voyage of discovery, and this is a little matter of business between us." "The fact is," said Aunt Rob, sternly, "that there's been too many little matters of business between this one and that one, and too many secrets that are kept from them who have the best call to know them, and whose hearts are pretty nigh broken by being kept in the dark. It's time it came to an end. What do you mean by your voyage of discovery? Perhaps you think, because we're quiet and still, and don't break into fits of crying, that we're happy and contented with things as they are. We look like it, don't we?" "Dear aunt," he expostulated, but was not allowed to proceed. "No, Dick, I'll not listen to your evasions, and I'm not going to stand this any longer. What is it all about, and what does everybody mean by holding conversations behind our backs, and saying things we mustn't hear, while we're expected to sit mum-chance on our chairs, eating our hearts away? Because we're women, I suppose, and aren't fit to be trusted! Mystery, mystery, mystery, nothing but mystery, and we're to hold our tongues. I wouldn't have believed it of you, Dick. Do you mean to tell me that this little matter of business, and this voyage of discovery, as you call it, doesn't concern us?" "It does concern you, but I give you my word, aunt, I don't know yet in what way." "Let us help you. As it concerns us, you've no right to keep it from us. Now, child, tell us your news." Gracie shook her head, and still looked at Dick for her cue. "You little brick!" he said, patting her sallow cheek. "Aunt, if you were to beat her black and blue I don't believe she would say one word without my permission. "I wouldn't," said Gracie. "That's a nice thing to say to me," said Aunt Rob, sarcastically. "I'm in the habit of beating children black and blue--everybody who knows me knows that." "Everybody who knows you knows you to be staunch, and brave, and true," said Dick, kissing her, "and to have the kindest heart that ever beat in a woman's breast. You'll bear witness to that, won't you, Gracie?" "Yes, I will."