“A broad red mark, like a burn or scald?” cried the gentleman.
“How’s this?” said the girl. “You know him!”
The young lady uttered a cry of surprise, and for a few moments they were so still that the listener could distinctly hear them breathe.
“I think I do,” said the gentleman, breaking silence. “I should by your description. We shall see. Many people are singularly like each other. It may not be the same.”
As he expressed himself to this effect, with assumed carelessness, he took a step or two nearer the concealed spy, as the latter could tell from the distinctness with which he heard him mutter, “It must be he!”
“Now,” he said, returning: so it seemed by the sound: to the spot where he had stood before, “you have given us most valuable assistance, young woman, and I wish you to be the better for it. What can I do to serve you?”
“Nothing,” replied Nancy.
“You will not persist in saying that,” rejoined the gentleman, with a voice and emphasis of kindness that might have touched a much harder and more obdurate heart. “Think now. Tell me.”
“Nothing, sir,” rejoined the girl, weeping. “You can do nothing to help me. I