This being settled, the trio went to the station, and in due time arrived at Lewes. They talked during the journey about the jewels, and Dick had again to listen to the account of the solution of the riddle, in which, after all, he was so deeply interested that he did not object to the twice-told tale. Then Marie chattered about her good fortune, quoted the prophecy which certainly now seemed to be fulfilled, speculated on the amount of money which the sale of the gems would bring her, and talked of the improvements she would make in her family mansion. All this may seem rather heartless, when her uncle was under a cloud of suspicion; but the girl was so thoroughly convinced that the man was innocent and that her newly-acquired fortune would enable her to prove his innocence, by employing the best detective talent to hunt down the true criminal, that she did not worry over the matter so much as might have been expected. Moreover, her uncle had always behaved selfishly to her, so she did not think that trouble would harm him for the time being. Indeed she hoped that it might improve him into something less egotistical. On arriving at Lewes, they found Mr. Fuller in person waiting for them in his pony-chaise, bubbling over with unexpected news. “I am glad you have returned, Marie,” he said, as he assisted the girl to get in; “a man has been asking for you.” “Who is he?” “An Indian gentleman called——” “Morad-Bakche,” interrupted Alan breathlessly, and with a glance at Dick. “What does he want with Marie?” “Perhaps he has learned that I went to Rotherhithe,” murmured Marie, but too low for the vicar to hear. “I don’t know what he wants,” said Mr. Fuller rather irritably, “he is stopping at The Red Fox, I hear, having come down this morning. He called at The Monastery to see Marie, and not finding her there, he came to the vicarage. He declined to believe that Marie was in town, although Henny told him so. However I convinced him.” “You didn’t say why Marie had gone up, father,” said Alan, in alarm. “No no. Why should I? I simply said that Marie would return, and Mr. Bakche is on the watch.” “Don’t see him, Marie,” said Alan quickly. “Dick and I can interview him privately and learn what he has come about. And father, Marie will sleep to-night at our house, since she is afraid to remain at The Monastery. I and Latimer stay there. “Why?” asked the vicar sharply. “Marie will tell you while you drive back to Belstone, father. We can’t all get into this small trap, so Dick and I will walk.” “Very good,” said Mr. Fuller gathering up the reins, “but tell me, both of you, about the jewels.” “We have found Yarbury’s Bank and the jewels also,” said Marie gaily, “I can relate our day’s experience while you drive, dear Mr. Fuller. And, Alan, do come to the vicarage before you go to sleep at The Monastery.”