"I can't tell you that. I used to see them at church now and then in the
summer-time; but I haven't seen them lately. There's a church at
Golder's-green almost as near, and they may have been there."

"Will you tell me what they were like?" Gilbert asked eagerly.

His heart was beating loud and fast, making a painful tumult in his
breast. He felt assured that he was on the track of the people whom the
innkeeper had described to him; the people who were, in all probability,
Mr. and Mrs. Holbrook.

"The lady is very pretty and very young--quite a girl. The gentleman
older, dark, and not handsome."

"Yes. Has the lady gray eyes, and dark-brown hair, and a very bright
expressive face?"

"Yes, sir."

"Pray try to remember the name of the gentleman to whom the Grange
belongs. It is of great importance to me to know that."

"I'll ask my father, sir," the girl answered good-naturedly; "he's pretty
sure to know."

She went across the shop to the old man who was weighing sugar, and
bawled her question into his ear. He scratched his head in a meditative
way for some moments.

"I've heard the name times and often," he said, "though I never set eyes