I knew it were all up. I
managed to slip the locket into Sue's pocket, and made off. I ha' been
near mad since--near mad since!"
"Small wonder!" said Pickles. "An' do yer know that she 'ad made up her
mind to go to prison 'stead o' you?"
"You told me so," said Harris--"at least you told me that she was goin'
to prison instead o' the guilty party."
"Wull," said Pickles, "yer own 'eart told yer 'oo was the guilty party."
"That's true, youngster."
"Father," said Connie, "we can't find Sue anywhere, and Giles is dying,
and we must get her, and you must help."
"Help?" said Harris. "Yes, I'll help. I won't leave a stone unturned.
She wanted to save me, knowing the truth. Wull, I'll save and find her,
knowin' the truth."
"I will come with you," said Connie. "I want to go wid yer; only wot am
I to do with Giles?"
"Don't worrit 'bout him," said Pickles. "I'm 'ere to be o' sarvice to
you, Miss Connie--and to you, sir, now as you 'ave come ter yer right
mind."
"Then I will come with you, father," said Connie. "We'll both go
together and find Sue."
As Pickles was entering the house he popped his head out again.
"I forgot to mention," he said, "as hinquiries o' the most strict and
dertective character 'ave been institooted by yer 'umble sarvant for
poor Cinderella--I mean Sue. They've led to no results. There's nothing
now but one o' the hospitals.
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