They had not, however, travelled more than half a mile when Prince Aribert stopped the carriage, and, bidding Racksole get out, paid the driver and dismissed him.
'I feel sure I know where she is going,' he explained, 'and it will be better for us to follow on foot.' 'You mean she is making for the scene of last night's affair ?' said Racksole.
'Exactly.

We shall--what you call, kill two birds with one stone.' Prince Aribert's guess was correct.

The lady's carriage stopped in front of the house where Nella Racksole and Miss Spencer had had their interview on the previous evening, and the lady vanished into the building just as the two men appeared at the end of the street.

Instead of proceeding along that street, the Prince led Racksole to the lane which gave on to the backs of the houses, and he counted the houses as they went up the lane.

In a few minutes they had burglariously climbed over a wall, and crept, with infinite caution, up a long, narrow piece of ground--half garden, half paved yard, till they crouched under a window--a window which was shielded by curtains, but which had been left open a little.
'Listen,' said the Prince in his lightest whisper, 'they are talking.' 'Who ?' 'The Berlin lady and Miss Spencer.