d to London.
What did he do, the born blackguard that he was? Jumped up behind the
chaise to make sure of his prisoner. It was dark when we got to London.
In a hop, skip, and jump, I was out of the carriage, and in at my own
door, before he could look me in the face.

"The date of the warrant, you must know, obliged him to wait till the
morning. All that night, he and the Bow Street runners kept watch They
came in with the sunrise--and who did they find? Major Mulvany snug in
his bed, and as innocent as the babe unborn. Oh, they did their duty!
Searched the place from the kitchen to the garrets--and gave it up.
There's but one thing I regret--I let the spy off without a good
thrashing. No matter. I'll do it yet, one of these days.

"Let me know the first good news of our darling fugitives, and I shall
be more than rewarded for what little I have done.

"Your always devoted,

"TERENCE MULVANY."

CHAPTER XI.

PURSUIT AND DISCOVERY.

FEELING himself hurried away on the road to Dover, as fast as four
horses could carry him, Mr. Bowmore had leisure to criticise Percy's
conduct, from his own purely selfish point of view.

"If you had listened to my advice," he said, "you would have treated
that man Bervie like the hypocrite and villain that he is. But no! you
trusted to your own crude impressions. Having given him your hand
after the duel (I would have given him the contents of my pistol!) you
hesitated to withdraw it again, when that slanderer appealed to your
friendship not to cast him off. Now you see the consequence!"

"Wait till we get to Paris!" All the ingenuity of Percy's traveling
companion failed to extract from him any other answer than that.

Foiled so far, Mr. Bowmore began to start difficulties next. Had they
money enough for the journey? Percy touched his pocket, and answered
shortly, "Plenty." Had they passports? Percy sullenly showed a letter.
"There is the necessary voucher from a magistrate," he said. "The consul
at Dover will give us our passports. Mind this!" he added, in warning
tones, "I have pledged my word of honor to Justice Bervie that we have
no political object in view in traveling to France. Keep your politics
to yourself, on the other side of the Channel."

Mr. Bowmore listened in blank amazement. Charlotte's lover was appearing
in a new character--the character of a man who had lost his respect for
Charlotte's father!

It was useless to talk to him. He deliberately checked any