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 "Yes," said Verrell. "I expect so. You see I haven't any definite plans, because I didn't know where Elisabeth might be. Now that I have found her I suppose we must go quietly away and hide ourselves—perhaps in America."

"Have you any money?" asked Hepworth bluntly.

"Not much," answered Verrell.

Hepworth pulled up his horse. The trap stood under the shadow of a grove of trees just where the lane crossed the great highway. Hepworth pointed across the lane with his whip.

"Get out," he said. "Go into those trees—you'll find a sort of hut in the middle, and you can stay there for a while until I bring your wife. It may be two or three hours yet. You must wait."

"Yes," said Verrell. He got out and advanced towards the trees.

"Stop a bit," said Hepworth, suddenly recalling him. He leaned over the side of