She had seemed all that his dream of womanhood called for.
Unconsciously, he had given her his heart, and he could not tear the remembrance from mind.

There was something wrong, terribly wrong; what it was he had no means of knowing, yet, there in the dark, he determined he would know, would never be content until he learned the whole truth.

All his hope, all his future, depended on the answer.
Hobart and Turner were absent for some little while; the sound of their voices ceased, but the distant flicker of the lantern enabled West to trace their progress up the alley, and then back again.

They returned in no pleasant humour, convinced that their expected victim had escaped safely, but made no further effort to search the yard.

Hobart said enough to make it plain that his immediate project was to disappear, leaving Mike to his own devices.