Then the girl turned, her own lashes wet.

She stepped at length to a cabinet and took from an inner drawer a paper.
"Sir Arthur, look at this," she Said.
He took it from her and scrutinized it carefully.
"Why, this seems to be a street bill, a placard for posting upon the walls," said he.
"Read it." "Yes, well--so, so.

'Five hundred pounds reward for information regarding the escaped felon, Captain John Law, convicted of murder and under sentence of death of the King's Bench.

The same Law escaped from Newgate prison on the night of'-- hum--well--well--'May be known by this description: Is tall, of dark complexion, spare of build, raw-boned, face hath deep pock-marks.

Eyes dark; hair dark and scanty.