Our time will not be lost.

The key to the labyrinth is in our hands." The lawyer was in the rear and the eyes of the other were fixed far ahead.

For this reason, perhaps, the former allowed himself a quiet shake of the head, which might not have encouraged the other so very much, had he caught sight of it.

They were now on the verge of the garden, or what would soon be a garden if these rains betokened spring.

A path ran along its edge and in this path the footsteps they were following lost themselves; but they came upon them again among the hillocks of some old potato-hills beyond, and finally traced them quite across the garden waste to a fence, along which they ran, blundering from ploughed earth to spots of smoother ground, and so back again till they came upon an old turn-stile! Passing through this, the two men stopped and looked about them.