“Not there,” said Bradley; “but she might have been.” The head arose to its former height from the ground, floated down the staircase again, and passed on to the gate. A man was standing there, in parley with the watchman.

“Oh!” said the watchman. “Here he is!”

Perceiving himself to be the antecedent, Bradley looked from the watchman to the man.

“This man is leaving a letter for Mr. Lightwood,” the watchman explained, showing it in his hand; “and I was mentioning that a person had just gone up to Mr. Lightwood’s chambers. It might be the same business perhaps?”

“No,” said Bradley, glancing at the man, who was a stranger to him.