"Well, give him this, and give it him quick. I'll wait up there till he
can see me."

And he pressed his card into the attendant's palm, with a couple of
sovereigns underneath.

"Wants to see the Chief Warder," explained the attendant to the
constable at the door.

"He's been here all the week," mused the constable aloud. "I wonder who
he is?"

"Name of Steel," whispered the other, consulting the card, as the
gentleman advanced up the steps toward them, the gaslight gleaming in
his silver hair, and throwing his firm features into strong relief.

"And not a bad name for him," said the constable at the door.




CHAPTER IV

THE MAN IN THE TRAIN


Rachel fought her weakness with closed eyes, and was complete mistress
of herself when those about her thought that consciousness alone was
returning. She recognized the chamber at a glance; it was the one in
which generations of metropolitan malefactors, and a few innocent