the question, but what is the name of that lady in the carriage?"
"Really, Dryer, I don't understand by what right—" Philip began angrily.
"I know, sir," the man said apologetically; "but you see duty is duty, and your friend comes uncommon near to a description I have of a certain woman we are after."
"There 's some mistake, I think. I have just called for that lady at Darius Harden's house, where she spent last night. Is it likely now that a friend of mine and of Mrs. Harden can be in any way connected with a matter of the kind you suggest?"
"I know, Doctor; but the first rule of my profession is that appearances are deceitful."
"I have no time to lose, Mr. Dryer. I am on my way to Thebes. You saw the appeal in last night's paper? This lady, who is going as a nurse, is under my care. Does that satisfy you?"
"No, sir."
"Ask the driver if what I have said is true."
"Your word, Doctor, is all that I require. If you will assure me that the lady in the carriage is not a certain Therese Caseneuve, suspected of having assaulted Mr. Robert Feuardent, I shall be satisfied."
Philip changed color. He would have given