They descended the stairs, walked down the yard, passed through a little gate, and stood in the street, under the bright night sky.
"Now, Miss Grant," said Mollie, "where is your carriage ?" "At the corner of the avenue, miss.

This way." Two minutes brought them to the corner.

There stood the hack.
Sarah made a motion for Miss Dane to precede her.

Mollie stepped in; the girl followed, closing the door securely after her, and the hack started at a furious pace.
"How dark it is!" exclaimed Mollie, impatiently.

"You should make your driver light up, Miss Grant." "There is sufficient light for our work," a voice answered.
Mollie recoiled with a slight shriek, for it was not the voice of Sarah Grant.
A dark figure started out of the corner on the moment, her hands were grasped, and a handkerchief swiftly and surely bound round her mouth.