"Colville and Pratt spent an hour here five days ago," said he, "so it seems probable that she was still here up to that date." "No doubt of it. I suppose old Haidee put her into another room for fear that she might discover me down here, and also because the trap-door in that room is the only entrance which she had to bring my weekly dole of bread and water through," said Fanny. It was getting on toward sunset, and just then they heard the loud baying of the bloodhound. Shelton started. "It is the horrible hound that is chained up in a kennel in the garden," exclaimed Fanny. "He has missed his dinner and is hungry, I suppose." "I will put a bullet in his brain before I go away from here," said Shelton, curtly. "Now, Mrs. Colville," he continued, "I must leave you a little while. I will go and report these dead bodies to the coroner, and I must secure some easy vehicle to transport your poor aching body away from here to a comfortable place. Do you think you can wait patiently? I shall be absent but a few hours at farthest." "Oh, yes, I can wait. But you will be sure to come back again?" she said, anxiously. He smiled at her pathetic tone. "Yes, I will certainly return," he answered, confidently. "And I will take you to the house of a good woman who will feed you and nurse you back to health again. I have one favor to ask you," said he, pausing. "You have only to name it," said she, "if it lies in my power to grant it." "It is this. When I bring the officers here and they question you, will you withhold the story you have told me--even your name? It will be very easy to do so. Your emaciated condition and feebleness will easily excuse you from giving any evidence at present." "I will do as you wish me, sir," she answered, in some surprise. "I do not mean you any harm, dear madam," he explained. "Far from it. My reason is this. If this story gets into the papers (as it certainly must if you relate it to the coroner), it will put those two villains on their guard, and though we could arrest them on your evidence, they might never reveal the place where they have hidden their unhappy victim. But if they are still suffered to go at large, free and unsuspecting, I can track them to their lair and rescue her. So I only ask you to postpone your evidence until such time as I have delivered Lily Lawrence and put these wretches inside of a prison." "Your reasoning is very clear," answered Fanny. "I will do just as you have told me, sir." "Thanks; I will leave you my wine and biscuits for refreshment," said he, smiling, and putting them by her side. "Keep up your spirits, Mrs. Colville. I will soon return and remove you to a safe and comfortable home."