“I knew you'd come—but I thought Papa would get there first,” Cecilia answered. “Somehow, it seemed the end of everything.”
“It isn't—it's only the beginning,” Bob answered.
There was a narrow side street that made a short cut from the tube station to the Rainhams' home; and as they passed it Mark Rainham came hurrying up it. Bob and Cecilia did not see him. He looked at them for a moment, as if reading the meaning of the two happy faces—and then shrank back into an alley and remained hidden until his son and daughter had passed out of sight. They went on their way, without dreaming that the man they dreaded was within a stone's throw of them.
“So it was that,” said Mark Rainham slowly, looking after them. “Out of gaol, are you—poor little prisoner! Well, good luck to you both!” He turned on his heel, and went back to his office.
CHAPTER VIII
HOW TOMMY BOARDED A STRANGE TAXI
“We're nearly in, Tommy.”
Cecilia looked up from her corner with a start, and the book she had been trying to read slipped to the floor of the carriage.
“I believe you were asleep,” said Bob, laughing. “Poor old Tommy, are you very tired?”