While the light lasted, the wise course was to use it in looking for her out-of-doors.

Where?
The Esplanade was a quiet locality; but she was not there--not on the lonely road beyond, which ran back by the Abbey Wall.

Where next?
The captain stopped, looked across the river, brightened under the influence of a new idea, and suddenly hastened back to the ferry.
"The Walk on the Walls," thought this judicious man, with a twinkle of his party-colored eyes.

"The quietest place in York; and the place that every stranger goes to see." In ten minutes more Captain Wragge was exploring the new field of search.

He mounted to the walls (which inclose the whole western portion of the city) by the North Street Postern, from which the walk winds round until it ends again at its southernly extremity in the narrow passage of Rosemary Lane.