TWO SUNDAY AFTERNOONS 269 



" I should say a few hours only," said the doctor 

 who had felt her pulse, speaking in a low voice to 

 two men at the door; "better take the deposition 

 at once." 



" The identification is the principal thing," said 

 one of them, a man in a dark uniform frogged with 

 braid. 



" I suppose there is no doubt that it was not bur- 

 glary ? " asked the doctor. 



" No doubt at all." 



" Then what ? Invincibles ? " 



The man in uniform nodded. " McKenzie was 

 employed at the Custom House at a time that some 

 dynamite was seized there. He behaved very well 

 indeed, and it was owing to his evidence that a brother 

 of this Devine got penal servitude for life. McKenzie 

 was looked after by us for a long time, till the whole 

 thing blew over. It was worked up again lately, by 

 a woman chiefly, supposed to have been in love with 

 the brother. She has got away, but we shall get her 

 in time. They did it very well, took the stable, so 

 that they had command of the house." 



" McKenzie had a wonderful escape," said the 

 doctor; " he must have fought very pluckily to get off 

 with two slight wounds." 



" It was the girl saved his life, beyond a doubt. 

 Her screams were heard in the street and made people 

 hammer at the door. Our men made for the lane at 

 once and caught these two escaping by the stable." 



The murmur of voices droned inconsequently and 

 laboriously in Kate's ear. Some one spoke close to 

 her face, and she opened her eyes with a start. She 

 slowly understood that she had been asked a question, 

 a question about Mr. McKenzie. The blood rushed to 

 her head, flushing all her face, but her memory could 

 not drag itself to the explanation of the shock. Little 



