It will be safe for a little while.
He will not be here." She replaced the paper in its envelope, drew a line through her own name on the letter, and wrote "Mr.Vanrevel" underneath.
"Do you know the gentleman who sent you ?" she asked.
"No'm; but he'll be waitin' at his office, 'Gray and Vanrevel,' on Main Street, for the answer." "Then hurry!" said Betty.
He needed no second bidding, but, with wings on his bare heels, made off through the gap in the hedge.

At the corner of the street he encountered an adventure, a gentleman's legs and a heavy hand at the same time.

The hand fell on his shoulder, arresting his scamper with a vicious jerk; and the boy was too awed to attempt an escape, for he knew his captor well by sight, although never before had he found himself so directly in the company of Rouen's richest citizen.

The note dropped from the small trembling fingers, yet those fingers did not shake as did the man's when, like a flash, Carewe seized upon the missive with his disengaged hand and saw what two names were on the envelope.
"You were stealing, were you!" he cried, savagely.

"I saw you sneak through my hedge!" "I didn't, either!" Mr.Carewe ground his teeth, "What were you doing there ?" "Nothing!" "Nothing!" mocked Carewe.