“Where is the girl?”
“Here, here?” cried many voices.
The stranger stepped forward, and upon seeing Ada, he said,—
“My lass, you must come with me before a magistrate, and tell us what you know of this man who has led us such a pretty race up the Strand.”
“Is he caught?” cried several.
“No,” replied the officer, for such he was; “we nearly had him by the court next to Somerset-house, but he killed the man who laid hold of him.”
“Another murder!” exclaimed Ada.
“Yes; I never saw such a sight as he left the man.”
“Take me to Sir Francis Hartleton,” said Ada.
“That I will,” said the officer.