"Shall I tell my uncle you are here?" asked she, still in the same subdued voice.
"No; I can say to you all I had to say to him. You will be my messenger?"
"Yes, Robert."
"Then you may just inform him that I have got a clue to the identity of one, at least, of the men who broke my frames; that he belongs to the same gang who attacked Sykes and Pearson's dressing-shop, and that I hope to have him in custody to-morrow. You can remember that?"
"Oh yes!" These two monosyllables were uttered in a sadder tone than ever; and as she said them she shook her head slightly and sighed. "Will you prosecute him?"

"Shall I tell my uncle you are here?" asked she, in the same subdued voice.
"No; I can say to you all I had to say to him. You will be my messenger?"
"Yes, Robert."
"Then you may inform him that I have got a clue to the identity of one, at least, of the men who broke my frames; and that I hope to have him in custody tomorrow. You can remember that?"
"Oh yes!" These two monosyllables were uttered in a sadder tone than ever; and she sighed. "Will you prosecute him?"
