"You will this night be the means of rendering an essential service to a fellow-creature," said Ellen, in an impressive tone. "A foul conspiracy against him,—whether to take his life or for other purposes of villany, I know not,—has been devised; and he has blindly fallen into the snare that has been spread for him. At ten o'clock he is to attend an appointment on the banks of the canal at a place called Twig Folly. We must proceed thither: we must watch at a little distance; and, if need be, we must interpose to save him."
"A more simple plan, Miss," said the Italian, "would be to warn this individual of his danger."
"I have done so; but he will not believe that treachery is intended," returned Ellen.
"Then another effectual manner to counteract the designs of villains in such a case is to obtain the assistance of the police."
"No, Filippo; such a proceeding would lead to inquiries and investigations whence would transpire circumstances that must not be made known."
"Miss Monroe, this proceeding on your part is so mysterious, that I hesitate whether to accompany you further," said the Italian.
While thus conversing, they had pursued their way, Ellen being the guide, along Church Street into the Bethnal Green Road.
"Come with me—do not hesitate—I implore you," exclaimed Ellen. "If you persist in penetrating my motives for acting in this strange manner, I will tell you all, rather than you should retreat at a moment when it is too late for me to obtain other succour. And be your resolve as it may," added Ellen, hastily, "nothing shall induce me to turn back. Desert me—abandon me if you will, Filippo; but, in the name of every thing sacred, lend me the weapons which you carry with you."
The Italian made no reply for some moments, but continued to walk rapidly along by the side of the disguised lady.
"I will believe, Miss Monroe," he said, at length, "that your motives are excellent; but are you well advised?"