She held out her hand eagerly.
"Were you coming in ?" she asked.
"Well, not to-day," I answered.

"I am on my way to Rowchester, and I am late already." She kept by my side.
"Come in for a few moments," she begged, in a low tone.

"I want to talk to you." "Not the old subject, I hope," I remarked.
She looked around with an air of mystery.
"Do you know that some one is making inquiries about--that man ?" "I always thought it possible," I answered, "that his friends might turn up some time or other." We were opposite the front of the Moyats' house.

She opened the door and beckoned me to follow.

I hesitated, but eventually did so.