13." "Yes," replied Mrs.Bensusan, weeping like a Niobe.
"And a fence divides your yard from that of No.

13 ?" "I won't contradict you, sir--it do." "And there is a passage leading from Jersey Street into your yard ?" "There is, Mr.Denzil; it's useful for the trades-people." "And I daresay useful to others," said Lucian drily.

"Now, Mrs.
Bensusan, do you know if any lady was in the habit of passing through that passage at night ?" Before Mrs.Bensusan could answer the door was dashed open, and Rhoda, the red-headed, darted into the room.
"Don't answer, missus!" she cried shortly.

"As you love me, mum, don't!".