floor, she hurried on
bonnet, cloak, and veil, and in a twinkling had him outside the house
and into a cab.

"Thirty-nine, Lombard Street. Quick!"

"You won't give me up?" said Rex, turning dull eyes upon her.

"Give you up? No. But the police will be after us as soon as that woman
can speak, and her brother summon his lawyer. I know what her promise is
worth. We have only got about fifteen hours start."

"I can't go far, Sarah," said he; "I am sleepy and stupid."

She repressed the terrible fear that tugged at her heart, and strove to
rally him.

"You've been drinking too much, John. Now sit still and be good, while I
go and get some money for you."

She hurried into the bank, and her name secured her an interview with
the manager at once.

"That's a rich woman," said one of the clerks to his friend. "A widow,
too! Chance for you, Tom," returned the other; and, presently, from out
the sacred presence came another clerk with a request for "a draft on
Sydney for three thousand, less premium", and bearing a cheque signed
"Sarah Carr" for L200, which he "took" in notes, and so returned again.

From the bank she was taken to Green's Shipping Office. "I want a cabin
in the first ship for Sydney, please."

The shipping-clerk looked at a board. "The Highflyer goes in twelve
days, madam, and there is one cabin vacant."

"I want to go at once--to-morrow or next day."

He smiled. "I am afraid that is impossible," said he. Just then one of
the partners came out of his private room with a telegram in his hand,
and beckoned the shipping-clerk. Sarah was about to depart for another
office, when the clerk came hastily back.

"Just the thing for you, ma'am," said he. "We have got a telegram from
a gentleman who has a first cabin in the Dido, to say that his wife has
been taken ill, and he must give up his berth."

"When does the Dido sail?"

"To-morrow morning. She is at Plymouth, waiting for the mails. If you
go down to-night by the mail-train which leaves at 9.30, you will be in
plenty of time, and we will telegraph."

"I will take the cabin. How much?"

"One hundred and thirty pounds, madam," said he.

She produced her notes. "Pray count it yourself. We have been delayed in
the same manner ourselves. My husband is a great invalid, but I was not
so fortunate as to get someone to refund us our passage-money."

"What name did you say?" asked the clerk, counting. "Mr. and Mrs. Carr.
Thank you," and he handed her