“So we started. The elevated brought us here, and Pat stands just a dozen feet yonder, ready to do anything I tell him, from fight to running away. My heart failed me as the time drew near. I sought shelter here and waited in trembling suspense. Imagine my surprise when I saw my father entering yonder place. While I debated upon my course, and became more and more excited as the minutes flew by, I was suddenly relieved, for you came and stood near by. On several other occasions, Mr. Craig, you have been able to assist me in times of great distress. Forgive me if I am importunate, but I must see this woman who calls out for me. John has found his mother, and strange though it may seem to you, I would look upon the face of the one who once loved me as a babe.
“You can help me, will help me, I feel sure, for I am determined to solve this mystery, come what may.”
She waits for an answer.
Aleck fears that Mr. Cereal may take him to task for it, but he cannot prevent her from going, at any rate, and in his company she will be safer. Besides, once in the presence of those eyes, now tear-dimmed, he is powerless to refuse her anything. There never was a more helpless captive.
“Miss Dorothy, your wishes are law to me. I had hoped you would be safe at home while this singular climax of the drama was taking place in Cairo Street, but since you are here, I cannot refuse your request.”
“I thank you from my heart, sir. It is this craving to look upon her face, to hear her speak, to call her that dear name—for she is my mother no matter how guilty or how sadly wronged—that has made me dare all. When shall we enter? It is surely nine o’clock.”
Her manner is eager; she trembles not with fear, but with the excitement of anticipation.
“We will go now,” replies Aleck, for the boom of drums announces the coming of the weird wedding procession.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE PASHA CLAPS HIS HANDS.