"Where are you going to take me ?" "To the lock-up at Fleckfield," replied the Inspector, much relieved in his mind now that he saw his prisoner was not going to offer any resistance, give any trouble.

"You're quite right to take it quietly.

As I said, we're surrounded by my men.

What's this ?" "This" was Celia, coming through the wood and hastening her steps at the sound of Derrick's voice.

She stopped dead short, at sight of the two men, looking from one to the other in surprise, but no alarm; then she advanced to Derrick with, "Sydney!" on her lips.
"Why, it's you, Miss Grant!" said the Inspector.