"All right--hold your tongue now, and I'll see what I can do.

I'll appear for you when you come before the magistrate tomorrow." He tapped at the door of the cell, and Chisholm, who had evidently waited in the corridor, let us out.

Mr.Lindsey said nothing to him, nor to the superintendent--he led me away into the street.

And there he clapped me on the arm.
"I believe every word that man said!" he murmured.

"Come on, now--we'll see this Nance Maguire.".