"There's a desperate man behind this deed.

And it was no ordinary woman who drew him into danger.

Don't blame poor Clayton.

He may have met her as a mere fashion-plat on the Avenue.

Who knows ?" An hour after the officer had departed, Alice Worthington saw the two friends disappear, walking away unconcernedly, arm in arm.
She turned away from the drawing-room window, in a stormy burst of sorrow.
"My father!" she gasped.