of the operation."

"Where will you see Miss Clarke?"

"Wherever she pleases--only I can't walk far."

"I think I know the place. You shall have the use of this elevator.
It has not been running since last night or it would be full of
curious people all the time, hustling to get a glimpse of this place.
But they'll put a man on for you."

"Very good; manage it as you will. I'll wait here till you're ready.
Explain yourself to the lady. Tell her I'm an old and rheumatic
invalid who has been used to asking his own questions. I'll not
trouble her much. But there is one point she must make clear to me."

Sweetwater did not presume to ask what point, but he hoped to be
fully enlightened when the time came.

And he was. Mr. Gryce had undertaken to educate him for this work,
and never missed the opportunity of giving him a lesson. The three
met in a private sitting-room on an upper floor, the detectives
entering first and the lady coming in soon after. As her quiet
figure appeared in the doorway, Sweetwater stole a glance at Mr.
Gryce. He was not looking her way, of course; he never looked
directly at anybody; but he formed his impressions for all that,
and Sweetwater was anxious to make sure of these impressions.
There was no doubting them in this instance. Miss Clarke was not
a woman to rouse an unfavourable opinion in any man's mind. Of
slight, almost frail build, she had that peculiar animation which