Besides, that lonely girl with the dark hair runs in my head.

It was little more than a glimpse we had of her that last time, and yet I almost see her waiting by the fire to-night.

Do you feel like a dark combination of traitor and pickpocket when you think of that girl ?' 'Rather,' returned Lightwood.

'Do you ?' 'Very much so.' Their escort strolled back again, and reported.

Divested of its various lime-lights and shadows, his report went to the effect that Gaffer was away in his boat, supposed to be on his old look-out; that he had been expected last high-water; that having missed it for some reason or other, he was not, according to his usual habits at night, to be counted on before next high-water, or it might be an hour or so later; that his daughter, surveyed through the window, would seem to be so expecting him, for the supper was not cooking, but set out ready to be cooked; that it would be high-water at about one, and that it was now barely ten; that there was nothing to be done but watch and wait; that the informer was keeping watch at the instant of that present reporting, but that two heads were better than one (especially when the second was Mr Inspector's); and that the reporter meant to share the watch.