A few days passed uneventfully by and no report came from Vinton. He was
evidently looking over the ground, and as undue haste would avail
nothing in a matter of this kind William forbore to push him.

Vinton, however, had not been idle, and his inquiries had developed the
fact that the young servant of Mrs. Andrews was a regular attendant at
church on Sunday afternoon, when she was allowed her liberty from her
domestic duties.

The following Sunday, therefore, found him wending his way toward the
church. The day was bright and balmy, and the streets were thronged with
pedestrians all bedecked in their Sunday attire, and apparently enjoying
to the full their day of rest.

Vinton reached the church, a magnificent structure, with its many spires
glistening in the rays of the sun, and its chime of bells which were
ringing out their harmonious cadences upon the air. He had been
fortunate to find among his acquaintances a young man who also attended
this church, and in his company he repaired to the sacred edifice, and
joined in the services of the hour. When the last hymn had been sung and
the congregation had been dismissed, Vinton and his companion hurried
out to the sidewalk, where they could observe all who came out.

Soon the doors were filled with little groups of men and women, all
exchanging friendly greetings, and indulging in pleasant gossip before
seeking their homes, and to the intense delight of Vinton, he noticed
among a company of young ladies, the face and form of Mary Crilly, the
pretty servant of the sister of Newton Edwards.

Finding his gaze riveted upon this group, his companion lightly pulled