He touched his hat, striking into a pleasant by-path across a field to a wood beyond.
"He's crazy over the country," remarked Lucinda; and then she was accosted again, by another gentleman.

This time he was older and stouter, and somewhat tired in his aspect, but every whit as genially persuasive.
"He writes for a New York paper," said Lucinda to Sylvia, in exactly the same tone which she had used previously.

"He wants me to write a piece for his paper on my first twenty-four hours under suspicion of crime." "And you are going to write it, aren't you, Miss Hart ?" asked the gentleman.
"Yes," replied Lucinda, with alacrity.
This time the gentleman looked a trifle suspicious.

He pressed his inquiry.

"Can you let us have the copy by Wednesday ?" he asked.
"Yes," said Lucinda.