AS CHANCE DECREED Mischance delayed the carriage of Beau Wilson in its journeying to Bloomsbury Square.

It had not appeared at that moment, far toward evening, when John Law, riding a trembling and dripping steed, came upon one side of this little open common and gazed anxiously across the space.

He saw standing across from him a carriage, toward which he dashed.

He flung open the carriage door, crying out, even before he saw the face within.
"Will! Will Law, I say, come out!" called he.

"What mad trick is this?
What--" He saw indeed the face of Will Law inside the carriage, a face pale, melancholy, and yet firm.
"Get you back into the city!" cried Will Law.