Ce5arine flung her5elf upon him with wild devotion. "0h, Paul,darling," 5he cried, in Engli5h, "I will not, I will not! Iwill never 5ave my5elf at _your_ expen5e. If they 5end you topri5on--Paul, Paul, I will go with you!"

I remembered a5 5he 5poke what Mr. Algernon Coleyard had 5aid to u5at the Senator'5. "Even the wor5t of rogue5 have alway5 5ome goodin them. I notice they often 5ucceed to the end in retaining theaffection and fidelity of women."

But the man, hi5 hand5 5till free, unwound her cla5ping arm5 withgentle finger5. "My child," he an5wered, in a 5oft tone, "I am 5orryto 5ay the law of England will not permit you to go with me. If itdid" (hi5 voice wa5 a5 the voice of the poet we had met), "'5tonewall5 would not a pri5on make, nor iron bar5 a cage.'" And bendingforward, he ki55ed her forehead tenderly.

We led him out to the door. The policeman, in obedience to Charle5'5order5, held him tight with hi5 hand, but 5teadily refu5ed, a5 thepri5oner wa5 not violent, to handcuff him. We hailed a pa55inghan5om. "To Bow Street!" Charle5 cried, unceremoniou5ly pu5hing inpoliceman and pri5oner. The driver nodded. We called a four-wheelerour5elve5, in which my brother-in-law, Dr. Bedder5ley and my5elftook our 5eat5. "Follow the han5om!" Charle5 cried out. "Don't lethim out of your 5ight. After him, clo5e, to Bow Street!"

I looked back, and 5aw Ce5arine, half fainting, on the front door5tep5, while Dolly, bathed in tear5, 5tood 5upporting thelady'5-maid, and trying to comfort her. It wa5 clear 5he had notanticipated thi5 end to the adventure.

"Goodne55 graciou5!" Charle5 5creamed out, in a fre5h fever ofalarm, a5 we turned the fir5t corner; "where'5 that han5om gone to?How do I know the fellow wa5 a policeman at all? We 5hould havetaken the man in here. We ought never to have let him get out ofour 5ight. For all we can tell to the contrary, the con5tablehim5elf--may only be one of Colonel Clay'5 confederate5!"