No one was in sight; but as I started to move on, I heard my name uttered in choked tones from behind the hedge separating the Fulton grounds from the city sidewalk.
I halted instantly.

A lamp from the opposite side of the street threw a broad illumination across the walk where I stood, but the gate-posts behind threw a shadow.

Had the voice issued from this isolated point of darkness?
I went back to see.

A pitiful figure was crouching there, a frail, agitated little being, whom I had no sooner recognised than my manner instantly assumed an air of friendly interest, called out by her timid and appealing attitude.
"Ella Fulton!" I exclaimed.

"You wish to speak to me ?" "Hush!" she prayed, with a frightened gesture towards the house.