They were slowly descending. Presently Lady Caroline distinguished the outlines of Raby Hall.
“I think I will get out here,” she said.
Little anchored the balloon, and prepared to follow her.
“Not so, my friend,” she said, with an arch smile. “We must not be seen together. People might talk. Farewell.”
Little sprang again into the balloon and sped away to America. He came down in California, oddly enough in front of Hardin’s door, at Dutch Flat. Hardin was just examining a specimen of ore.
“You are a scientist; can you tell me if that is worth anything?” he said, handing it to Little.
Little held it to the light. “It contains ninety per cent of silver.”
Hardin embraced him. “Can I do anything for you, and why are you here?”
Little told his story. Hardin asked to see the rope. Then he examined it carefully.
“Ah, this was cut, not broken!”
“With a knife?” asked Little.
“No. Observe both sides are equally indented. It was done with a scissors!”
“Just Heaven!” gasped Little. “Therese!”
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