I was compelled to make a negative reply.

"Then I'm certain I saw her, old man," he declared, as he rose and

tossed his cigarette-end away.

It was upon my tongue to ask him what he had known of her, but I

refrained. She was my wife, and to ask such a question would only

expose to him my suspicions and misgivings.

So presently he went, and I was left there wretched in my loneliness

and completely mystified. The house seemed full of grim shadows now

that she, the sun of my life, had gone out of it. Old Browning moved

about silent as a ghost, watching me, I knew, and wondering.

So Sylvia had been seen at Banbury. According to Jack, she was dressed

as though travelling; therefore it seemed apparent that she had hidden

in that quiet little town until compelled to flee owing to police

inquiries. Her dress, as described by Jack, was different to any I

had ever seen her wear; hence it seemed as though she had disguised

herself as much as was possible. Her companionship with the elder

woman was also somewhat strange.

My only fear was that the police might recognize her. While she

remained in one place, she would, no doubt, be safe from detection.

But if she commenced to travel, then most certainly the police would

arrest her.

Fortunately they were not in possession of her photograph, yet all

along I remained in fear that the manager of the Coliseum might make a

statement, and this would again connect me with the gang.

Yes, I suppose the reader will dub me a fool to have married Sylvia.

Well, he or she may do so. My only plea in extenuation is that I loved

her dearly and devotedly. My love might have been misplaced, of

course, yet I still felt that, in face of all the black circumstances,

she was nevertheless true to those promises made before the altar. I

was hers--and she was mine.

Even then, with the papers raising a hue-and-cry after her, as well as

what I had discovered regarding her elopement, I steadfastly refused

to believe in her guilt. Those well-remembered words of affection

which had fallen from her lips from time to time I knew had been

genuine and the truth.

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