But I wouldn't care if----" Here the dog gave a yelp and bolted.

Miss Butterworth had unconsciously pinched him, in her indignation, possibly, at the turn these rattle-pated young ladies' conversation was taking.

This made a diversion, and the young girls moved off, leaving Miss Butterworth without occupation.

But a young man who at that moment crossed her path gave her enough to think about.
"You recognize them?
There is no mistake ?" he whispered.
"None; the one this way is the young man I saw leave Mr.Adams's house, and the other is the old gentleman who came in afterward." "Mr.Gryce advises you to return home.

He is going to arrest the young man." And Sweetwater passed on.
Miss Butterworth strolled to a seat and sat down.