"Well, I talked to him until he confessed the whole plot to me. It began last week, after a good deal of bargaining, when he agreed to steal the girl. He came late one night with two others, and thought there would be nobody watching the house. But your men surprised them coming over the fence, and caught Danny’s friend. He is the sergeant-at-arms of an anti-coolie club, he said. Danny and the other one got away. Then Danny came around in the daytime, and pretended to be a tramp, and got something to eat and talked everything out of the cook. She told him all about Moon Ying, and where she slept, and Danny raised a company to attack the house. He was going to set it on fire, and capture the girl as we all ran out, and when the hoodlums came in front, he thought it would be easy. I asked him how he could do such a thing, and his excuse was that he was drunk. He wants to know if you are going to have him arrested, and tries to lay the blame on the Chinaman he calls Little John. Do you intend to put him in jail?" "I can’t think of a better place for him. How soon can he be moved?" "I suppose he ought to be punished. But he has suffered much for his crime, and now appears to be truly repentant. And at best he can not well be moved until next week. Don’t you think we might forgive him?" "No, I don’t. You and Miss Laura might have been killed. I am angrier every time I think of it. Where is she now?" "She is with Mr. Kendrick. She has hardly left his side to-day. She gave ten minutes to Moon Ying--it’s a blessing that our little protégée is getting able to help herself--and she gave about as much more to looking after the house. The rest of the day she has spent with her uncle." "I should say, then, that it was about time she took some rest." "Well," said Mercy, rising, "I hope you can convince her of it. I’ll tell her you are here." And she left me alone. It was ten minutes before the door opened and Miss Kendrick entered. I greeted her with some surprise, for she was dressed as though she had just come in from the street. "Oh, you needn’t look so astonished," she said, as she gave me her hand with a tired smile. "I haven’t been out of the house to-day, so I thought I’d enlist your services as cavalier. I’m dying for a breath of fresh air." "I’m glad to find you with some spirit left. I was afraid you would be dead." "I am," she returned, leading the way out of the door. "But I shall be alive after a little walk. I don’t like being a ghost, but it’s much more tolerable than one would suppose before trying it."