THE LAW STEPS IN.

WHEN Peg left Mr. John Somerville’s apartment, it was with a high degree of satisfaction at the result of her interview.  She looked upon the thousand dollars as sure to be hers.  The considerations which she had urged would, she was sure, induce him to make every effort to secure her silence.  With a thousand dollars, what might not be done?  She would withdraw from the coining-business, for one thing.  It was too hazardous.  Why might not Dick and she retire to the country, lease a country-inn, and live an honest life hereafter.  There were times when she grew tired of the life she lived at present.  It would be pleasant to go to some place where she was not known, and enrol herself among the respectable members of the community.  She was growing old; she wanted rest and a quiet home.  Her early years had been passed in the country.  She remembered still the green fields in which she played as a child, and to this woman, old and sin-stained, there came a yearning to have that life return.

It occurred to her to look in upon Jack, whom she had left in captivity four days before.  She had a curiosity to see how he bore his confinement.

She knocked at the door, and was admitted by the old man who kept the house.  Mr. Foley was looking older and more wrinkled than ever.  He had been disturbed of his rest the night previous, he said.

“Well,” said Peg, “and how is our prisoner?”

“Bless my soul,” said Mr. Foley, “I haven’t been to give him his breakfast this morning.  He must be hungry.  But my head is in such a state.  However, I think I’ve secured him.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have asked him to become one of us,—­he’s a bold lad,—­and he has promised to think of it.”

“He is not to be trusted,” said Peg, hastily,

“You think not?”

“I know it.”

“Well,” said the old man, “I suppose you know him better than I do.  But he’s a bold lad.”

“I should like to go up and see him,” said Peg.

“Wait a minute, and I will carry up his breakfast.”

The old man soon reappeared from the basement with some cold meat and bread and butter.

“You may go up first,” he said; “you are younger than I am.”

They reached the landing.

“What’s all this?” demanded Peg, her quick eyes detecting the aperture in the door.

“What’s what?” asked Foley.

“Is this the care you take of your prisoners?” demanded Peg, sharply.  “It looks as if he had escaped.”

“Escaped!  Impossible!”

“I hope so.  Open the door quick.”

The door was opened, and the two hastily entered.

“The bird is flown,” said Peg.

“I—­I don’t understand it,” said the old man, turning pale.

“I do.  He has cut a hole in the door, slipped back the bolt, and escaped.  When could this have happened?”

“I don’t know.  Yes, I do remember, now, being disturbed last night by a noise in the entry.  I got out of bed, and looked out, but could see no one.”