“But two, sir,” said Albert. “Ada told me in the park that one of the men who sought the life of Gray was called by him Britton!”
“Britton?” said Sir Frederick. “Are you quite sure that was the name?”
“Quite.”
“I do know that name!”
“You—you do, sir!” exclaimed Albert, with sudden animation—“Then you will save her!”
“Oh—you are in love with this imprisoned young lady,” said Sir Frederick, with a smile.
Albert drew back, abashed.
“Nay my young friend,” the magistrate added, “you need not be ashamed of an honest attachment, which, in the case of this persecuted girl, must be disinterested.”
“You know Britton, sir?” said Albert, confused.
“I know a person of that name—in fact, I am watching his proceedings.”