“Where were you then?”
“Hiding in a doorway.”
“And what said they?”
“Ned Warbeck swore that the maid should be restored to her father without a moment’s delay; that she should start that very night to Darlington.”
“Good!” said Blood; “fortune favors me still. I know the rest, and need not ask her name. It was Ellen Harmer.”
“The very same,” answered Barnabas.
“I thought so.”
“But how could you have known that, colonel. I did not see you in the neighbourhood until now?”
“I know it; but, nevertheless, I am perfectly aware of the fair one’s name, she has given me a vast amount of anxiety and trouble of late.”
“Indeed! then I am fortunate in having made the discovery.”