Four times since, in that interminable day of anguish, Susannah had come pleading and whimpering to the door with food. Mr. Sam, on returning from the station, had given her the key with instructions to release the girl on a promise of good behaviour. "Be sensible, Miss Myra--now, do! 'Tis to a home he's gone, where he'll be looked after and taught and tended, and you'll see him every holidays. A fine building, sure 'nough! Look, I've brought you a picture of it!" Susannah, defying instructions, had unlocked and opened the door. Myra snatched the paper from her--it was, in fact, a prospectus of the institution--crumpled it up and thrust it in her pocket. With that, the last gust of her passion seemed to spend itself. She turned, and walking straight to the window-seat, coiled herself among the cushions with face averted and chin upon hand. To Susannah the traitress she deigned no word. Thrice again Susannah came pleading, each time with a tray and something to tempt Myra's appetite. Myra did not turn her head. Departing for the fourth time, Susannah left the door ajar. The siege, then, was raised, the imprisonment over. Myra listened to her footsteps descending the stairs, walked to the door, shifted the key from the outer to the inner keyhole, and locked herself in. By this time the wintry dusk had begun to fall. Resuming her seat by the window, she fell to watching the courtyard again, her body motionless, her small brain working. Dusk had deepened to darkness in the courtyard when she heard a footfall she recognised. It was Archelaus Libby's, on his way home from school to his loft, to deposit his books there and wash before seeking his tea in the kitchen. Myra straightened her body, and opened the window softly. "Archelaus!" she called as loudly as she dared. "Miss Myra?" The footsteps halted. "Hush, Archelaus, and come nearer. I want you to do something for me." "Yes, Miss Myra." "It may get you into trouble. I want you to fetch the short ladder from under the linhay, and fix it against the window here, without making a noise." For a moment he made no answer. But he had understood; for she heard him walking away toward the linhay, and by and by he returned panting, and sloped the ladder against the sill as she bade him. By this time Myra had found a plateful of biscuits, and crammed her pocket full, and was ready to descend. "But what is the meaning of it?" asked Archelaus, as she clambered down to him. "They have stolen away Clem, and this morning they locked me in. Now take the ladder back and hang it in its place, and I will thank you for ever and ever." "But I don't understand!" protested Archelaus. "Stolen away Master Clem? Who has stolen him? And what are you going to do?" "I am going to find him--that's all," said Myra, and ran off into the darkness.