“Very well, mum; but we must follow close behind you to prevent accidents. Lead the way, then,” replied Sims.
Eudora heard this conclusion, and turned with the wild instinct of flying or hiding, she knew not how or where.
The landlady led the way up-stairs, and rapped at Eudora’s door. There was no answer. Then the policeman quickly pushed himself in front of the landlady, and suddenly opened the door.
Eudora stood in the middle of the floor, with her hands clasped and extended in mute appeal, her face blanched with terror, and her eyes strained in anguish upon the intruders.
“It is herself,” said Sims, advancing into the room.
“I knew it before I saw her,” added his companion, following him.
“It’s not! you’re both on you clean mad to say so, only because she happens to have dark hair and eyes like that Eudora devil! I suppose you’d even be after taking up my Sally on suspicion, only she happens to be fair complected,” exclaimed the landlady, vehemently.
“The young lady herself cannot deny her own identity. Are you not Miss Leaton?” inquired Detective Sims, addressing the panic-stricken girl.
“No!” screamed the landlady, before her lodger could reply; “no, I tell you she is Miss Miller!”
“I spoke to you, miss; is not your name Eudora Leaton?” inquired Sims, confidently.