short, no spoor lay farther. It was a most singular and insoluble mystery.

Charles lived in hopes of catching his man in London.

But for my part, I felt there was a show of reason in one last taunt which the rascal flung back at us as the boat receded: 'Sir Charles Vandrift, we are a pair of rogues. The law protects you. It persecutes me. That's all the difference.'