scream, and knew that it was Ruby’s voice.  The sound was very near him, but in the glimmer of the gaslight he could not quite see whence it came.  He stood still, putting his hand up to scratch his head under his hat,—­ trying to think what, in such an emergency, it would be well that he should do.  Then he heard the voice distinctly, ‘I won’t;—­I won’t,’ and after that a scream.  Then there were further words.  ’It’s no good —­I won’t.’  At last he was able to make up his mind.  He rushed after the sound, and turning down a passage to the right which led back into Goswell Road, saw Ruby struggling in a man’s...