"Leaving Scarsdale at 2.30 P. M. Passing through Malton at four o'clock, and reach York five-ten. Dr. Scarth permits journey, and accompanies me. Send any further messages care of respective station masters prior to hours named. Accept statement implicitly that I will reach London to-night. Will wire you from York certain; earlier if necessary. As for identity, you will recall May 15th, Hyde Park, near Stanhope Gate, four o'clock." Evelyn and he alone knew that at that spot on the day and hour named, they became engaged. The policeman valiantly lent the few shillings necessary, and the sturdy horse from the Fox and Hounds tore back to Scarsdale. But the constable was of additional value. His researches in Scarsdale provided a fairly accurate history and description of the two denizens of the Grange House. Philip himself had, of course, seen "Dr. Williams" in broad daylight and undisguised--not yet could he remember where he heard that smooth-tongued voice. Jocky Mason he only pictured hazily after the lapse of years, but the policeman's details of his personal appearance coincided exactly with Philip's recollection, allowing for age and the hardships of convict life. At last came the doctor, with a valise. "I am sorry," he laughed, "but all the money I can muster at such short notice is twelve pounds." "I began life once before with three halfpence," was the cheery reply. The few inhabitants of the hamlet gathered to see them off, and the fisherman's wife was moved to screw her apron into her eyes when Philip shook hands with her, saying that she would see him again in a few days. "Eh, but he's a bonny lad," was her verdict. "'Twas a fair sham' te treat him soa." At Scarsdale and at Malton again came loving words from Evelyn. Now she knew who it was who telegraphed to her. And the mysterious Philip Anson at York remained dumb. "The wretch!" she said to her mother. "To dare to open my letter and send me impudent replies." More than once she thought of going to York to meet her lover, but she wisely decided against this course. Mr. Abingdon was out of town, and Philip might need some one he could trust to obey his instructions in London. At ten minutes past five Anson and Dr. Scarth arrived in York. A long discourse in the train gave them a plan. They would not appeal at once to the police. Better clear the mist that hid events before the aid of the law was invoked. There were two of them, and the assistance of the hotel people could be obtained if necessary. They hurried first to the station master's office. Anything for Anson? Yes. Only a few words of entreaty from Evelyn to avoid further risk. Then to the hotel. They sought the manager. "Is there a man staying here who represents that his name is Philip Anson?"