She had disappeared on the morning after the arrest: and Loveday was now racked by disquiet, wondering how she was living, though she and he were in the same train, unconscious of each other, when he followed Hogarth to Norwich; and, as Margaret stepped upon the Thorpe platform there, a Jew, who was watching the arrival of every train, spied and shadowed her to the old Maid's Head, this intricate city being now crowded, the Assizes all in the air, mixed with the Saturday cattle-market. At ten the next morning Margaret learned at the Guildhall the address of her brother's defending solicitor, and set out to find him, the wretchedest woman on earth now. But as she passed by the archway in the tower of St. Peter Mancroft, Loveday stood before her; and she started like a shying horse. “Good morning”--she went on past him. He took two steps after her. “Are you in a hurry? Can I come with you?” “It is quite near. Thank you--I'd liefer go alone”. He, a delicate being, all nerves, was repelled; lifted the old cloth hat; but then again stepped after her, saying: “But are you angry with me for something?” “Why should I be? I have no right to expect anything from you, Mr. Loveday”. “No right? You _have_, a little, I fancy!” He said it at her ear with such a lowering of the eyelids, that it pierced to her fond heart, and she smiled with a “H'm!” uncertain, half turned to him; but said: “I must be getting on--” “But it is most important that I should talk to you about everything. Where are you staying?” “It is some distance from here”, she answered, undecided whether or not to give her address. “Ah--in that case--but still--will you meet me? Say here--this evening?” “I will see if I can”. “At seven?” “I will see”. So they parted, she to tread that intricacy of streets round the Market, with stoppages for enquiries, till she found the office, where she presently sat in an inner room, veil at nose-tip, and before her at a grate stood Hogarth's solicitor. What, till now, for shame, she had concealed, she revealed: showing how Richard could not possibly have taken the revolver with him to the elm, since she, two days previously, had secretly given it to--someone. Mr. Carr, the solicitor, frowned, elaborating his nails. “This is very extraordinary”, he said. “Whyever did you keep us in the dark as to all this before? And to whom was it that you gave the revolver? and why?” “Am I bound to tell that?” “No, but you may be sure that the truth will be got from you. Stay--I must ask you to excuse me now. But tomorrow morning at this hour--will you? As for your brother, have no fears at all: he is now absolutely safe”. Margaret went rapidly away, not knowing whither, only returning toward late afternoon to her inn. As she entered, a letter was handed her from Frankl. “Dear Miss Hogarth: