Arrived where it made a sharp bend, she descended a little way on the side next the river, and there waited. Dan, on the look-out from his shed, spied her be-ribboned bonnet from afar, and went quietly and hastily under shelter of the river-wall toward where she stood. Coming below her on the tow-path, he climbed the bank, and brother and sister stood face to face; unashamed ruffianism looking shabby respectability in the eyes. "Umph," growled Dan. "So 'ere y'are, my lady." "Yes," the woman answered, "'ere I am; an' there you are--a nice respectable sort of party for a brother!" "Ah, ain't I? If I was as respectable as my sister I might get a job up at the Hole in the Wall, mightn't I? 'Specially as I 'ear as there's a vacancy through somebody gettin' the sack over a cash-box!" Mrs. Grimes glared and snapped. "I s'pose you got that from 'im," she said, jerking her head in the direction of the wharf. "Well, I ain't come 'ere to call names--I come about that same cash-box; at any rate I come about what's in it.... Dan, there's a pile o' bank notes in that box, that don't belong to Cap'en Nat Kemp no more'n they belong to you or me! Nor as much, p'raps, if you'll put up a good way o' gettin' at 'em!" "You put up a way as wasn't a good un, seemin'ly," said Dan. "'Ow d'ye mean they don't belong to Kemp?" "There was a murder at the Hole in the Wall; a week ago." "Eh?" Dan's jaw shut with a snap, and his eye was full of sharp inquiry. "A man was stabbed against the bar-parlour door, an' the one as did it got away over the river. One o' the two dropped a leather pocket-book full o' notes, an' the kid--Kemp's grandson--picked it up in the rush when nobody see it. I see it, though, afterward, when the row was over. I peeped from the stairs, an' I see Kemp open it an' take out notes--bunches of 'em--dozens!" "Ah, you did, did ye?" Dan observed, staring hard at his sister. "Bunches o' bank notes--dozens. See a photo, too? Likeness of a woman an' a boy? 'Cos it was there." Mrs. Grimes stared now. "Why, yes," she said. "But--but 'ow do you come to know? Eh?... Dan!... Was you--was you----" "Never mind whether I was nor where I was. If it 'adn't been for you I'd a had them notes now, safe an' snug, 'stead o' Cap'en Nat. You lost me them!" "I did?" "Yes, you. Wouldn't 'ave me come to the Hole in the Wall in case Cap'en Nat might guess I was yer brother--bein' so much like ye! Like you! G-r-r-r! 'Ope I ain't got a face like that!" "Ho yes! You're a beauty, Dan Ogle, ain't ye? But what's all that to do with the notes?" Mrs. Grimes's face was blank with wonder and doubt, but in her eyes there was a growing and hardening suspicion. "What's all that to do with the notes?"