Ingelow."
"Here," answered a voice, and the peddler emerged from the trees and
stood beside her. "You're a treasure, Mrs. Susan Sharpe," said the
peddler--"worth your weight in crown diamonds. How is she?"
"As well as can be expected. A good deal the better for seeing you from
her window last evening."
"I saw you both watching. She knows I have come to rescue her?"
"Of course. She is a woman."
"Does she recognize you?"
"No," with a laugh. "She called me her best friend last night. If she
only knew!"
"She would still call you her best friend, perhaps. Your 'make-up' is a
good one, Sarah, since she has failed to recognize you. What brought the
doctor?"
Susan Sharpe briefly told him.
Mr. Ingelow whistled expressively.
"So soon? But I have thought so. He is not the man to wait. Well, we must
be ahead of him, Sarah."
Sarah nodded.
"Yes--how?"
"I have it all arranged. Miss Dane must escape to-night. Look at this."
He pointed to a basket at his feet.
Mrs. Sharpe lifted the cover, and saw two lumps of raw beef.
"Well?" she asked, wonderingly.
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