That still holds good," she added, looking towards Brady, who flashed her a quick look of gratitude from beneath his heavy brows and proceeded to turn out the contents of his pockets with commendable celerity.
But the keeper protested against the idea of releasing his prisoner.
"It's a fair cop, miss," he urged entreatingly.
"Can't help it, Clegg.

I promised.

So you must let him go." The man obeyed with obvious reluctance.

Then, when Brady had hastened to make himself scarce, he turned and scrutinized the girl curiously.
"You all right, Miss Sara?
Shall I see you up to the house ?" "No, thanks, Clegg," she said.

"I'm--I'm quite all right.