"No doubt can exist," he argued, "that Samuel Boyd was murdered either by his son Reginald or by Abel Death. If what I know were made public Reginald would be immediately arrested and charged. Poor Florence! She little knows what is in store for her, and what can't be hidden much longer. But where, where is Abel Death? Is it possible that he also has been murdered? That would make things worse for Reginald. I'll search the house from top to bottom to-night in the hope of not finding his body, for then the chance of his being the murderer would still be open. If Florence's husband is put in the dock we'll make a fight for his life." Having thus relieved his mind he struck a bee-line for Aunt Rob's house, and his knock at the door was instantly answered by her and Inspector Robson. "I bring good news," said Dick, in a cheery tone. "You have found her!" cried Aunt Rob, quivering with excitement. "Yes, I have found her." "Thank God--oh, thank God!" Inspector Robson, pale as death, grasped Dick's hand, and in a husky voice asked, "Is she well?" "Quite well--and waiting to see you." Aunt Rob threw on her bonnet and mantle. "Here's your hat, father," she said, almost breathless, "we must go to her at once. Come, Dick, come." "Stop a minute," he said, laying his hand on her arm, "I have something to tell you first." "I don't want to hear anything," she cried, sternly. "I want my child!" "Let Dick speak," said Inspector Robson. Then Dick related all that Florence had told him, and their joy at recovering their daughter was so great that they had no word of reproach for her. The dear child was found, and they would be once more re-united. What more could they desire? "They must come here this very day, father," said Aunt Rob. "This is their home till they get one of their own." He nodded, and the fond parents, accompanied by Dick, hastened to the dear one, with love and forgiveness in their hearts. When they were all together in Florence's room he stood apart, a silent witness of the joyful meeting. How the parents embraced and wept over their child, how she clung to them and kissed them, and entreated them to believe that her love for them was stronger than it had ever been! Aunt Rob's tearful eyes shone with gladness; her one ewe lamb was restored to her; a sacred joy stirred their hearts at this re-union. Then, when their agitation had somewhat subsided, and they had stepped in softly to see Reginald, who was still asleep, came the question of his removal. "It must be left to the doctor," said Uncle Rob. "When do you expect him, Florence?" "He is coming to-night, between eight and nine o'clock," she answered, and added, with a wistful look, "we are very poor, father." "You share with us, my dear," was his ready response. "All we have is yours. Mother, it is hardly likely he can be removed for a day or two. You will stay with Florence to-night."