Frank now left the court, and, as it was late, hailed a cab, and was soon set down in front of his hotel.
"Where have you been so long," asked Sharpley. "It is past three o'clock."
"I went about seeing the sights," said Frank. "I saw the parks, and Buckingham Palace, and Regent Street; but I have just left a poor woman who was very destitute, whom I visited in her miserable room. Oddly enough, her name was Craven."
"Craven," repeated Sharpley, his attention at once roused.
"Yes; she had two children, the oldest, Alice, a girl of ten."
"Great Heaven!" ejaculated Sharpley.
Frank looked at him in surprise.
"I daresay they were humbugs," said Sharpley. "Did you give them any money?"
"Two sovereigns; but I am sure they were not humbugs."