"Ah?" she said. "You will know everything some day--some day you will realise my awful peril," and her mouth closed tightly as tears welled in her eyes. Did she refer to the crime in Charlton Wood? That afternoon we engaged apartments in what seemed to be a pleasant little house in Roundhay Road, kept by an honest old Yorkshire woman, who spoke broadly and welcomed us warmly. Therefore Tibbie obtained her trunk from the cloak-room, and took up her abode there, while I explained my enforced absence from my wife, saying that I was compelled to go to Bradford. Instead of that, however, I returned to my quarters in Commercial Street, and met her in Kirkgate at eleven o'clock next morning. Ours was a strange, adventurous life in the days that followed, and were it not for the veil of mystery upon everything, and the grave suspicion which I still entertained of my dainty little companion, it would have all been very pleasant. In order to kill time, as well as to avoid being met in Leeds together by our landlady, we visited the various outlying places of interest, Kirkstall with its ruined abbey and its umbrageous landscapes, the old church of Adel with the pretty glen, _par excellence_ a walk for lovers, Cookridge Hall, Chapeltown, the village on the Great North Road where one obtains such magnificent views, and lastly the splendid old mansion of Temple Newsham, where walking in the park one sunny, afternoon Tibbie halted, and looking away to the distant Tudor mansion, said,-- "How strange life is, Wilfrid. Only two years ago I was staying here with Cynthia, and now you and I come here as working-class holiday makers. Ah!" she sighed, bitterly, "I was happy then, before--" and she did not conclude her sentence. "Before what?" I asked, standing at her side beneath the great old elm with the sheep grazing quietly around. "Before evil fell upon me," she said, hoarsely, with poignant bitterness. We remained in Leeds a week, and although I had given Budd my address at the post-office I received no word from him concerning Eric. Day by day I watched the columns of the _Telegraph_ until one morning there came an answer to Tibbie's cipher advertisement, a reply which I read as,-- "To S.--You have been betrayed! Exercise caution, and escape at once, the instant you see this.--Your Friend." I lost no time in seeking her, and with affected carelessness handed her the paper, making a casual remark upon the news of the day. I watched her, however, and saw that she at once turned to the column which held the greatest interest for her. Her eyes fell upon the reply to her secret message. In a few moments she had deciphered it, and sat with the journal still in her hand, staring straight before her. "Wilfrid!" she exclaimed, in a low, strained voice when she at length found tongue, "I must leave here at once. Every moment's delay increases my peril. I must escape." "Why?"