She went off acrass the moors that way." Mr.Crows pointed an indifferent whip into the blackness which rested like a pall between the white road and the distant roaring sea.

"She was a wunner to go, too--out of sight in a moment, she was." "Thank you.

I'll get down here, too." As the wagonette stopped at the cross-roads Barrant jumped down from his seat and disappeared in the indicated direction before Mr.Crows could summon his slow wits to determine the value of the coin which the detective had pressed into his passively expectant palm..