The three officers returned with a snarling, raging prisoner securely handcuffed to one of their number.
"They've captured him!" cried Kathleen, "and now my work begins in earnest." While they had been waiting the newspaper girl had employed the time in writing rapidly in a note book she carried.

Grace would have liked to see what she wrote, but now that the first excitement had passed she felt the old constraint rising between them like a wall.
"Do you care if I don't wait for you in the telegraph office ?" asked Grace.

"I'll go as far as the door with you.

Then I think I had better go on to the Hall.

Anne will be worried about me." Kathleen assented to her plan with a look of immeasurable relief which Grace was not slow to observe, but misconstrued entirely.