“So far so good.  I could see no footprints near the gate in the lane.  You will remember that I sent Steggles off to watch at the Cop before I went out to the back—­merely, of course, to get him out of the way.  I went out into the lane, leaving you behind, and walked its whole length, first toward the Old Kilns and then back toward the road.  I found nothing to help me except these small pieces of paper—­which are here in my pocket-book, by the by.  Of course this ‘mmy’ might have meant ‘Jimmy’ or ‘Tommy’ as possibly as ‘Sammy,’ but they were not to be rejected on that account.  Certainly Crockett had been decoyed out of your ground, not taken by force, or there would have been marks of a scuffle in the cinders.  And as his request for a sweater was probably an excuse—­because it was not at all a cold afternoon—­he must have previously designed going out.  Inference, a letter received; and here were pieces of a letter.  Now, in the light of what I have said, look at these pieces.  First, there is the ’mmy’—­that I have dealt with.  Then see this ’throw them ov’—­clearly a part of ‘throw them over’; exactly what had probably been done with the slippers.  Then the ‘poor f,’ coming just on the line before, and seen, by joining up with this other piece, might easily be a reference to ’poor feet.’  These coincidences, one on the other, went far to establish the identity of the letter, and to confirm my previous impressions.  But then there is something else.  Two other pieces evidently mean ‘left him,’ and ‘right away,’ perhaps; but there is another, containing almost all of the words ‘hate his,’ with the word ‘hate’ underlined.  Now, who writes ‘hate’ with the emphasis of underscoring—­who but a woman?  The writing is large and not very regular; it might easily be that of a half-educated woman.  Here was something more—­Sammy had been enticed away by a woman.

“Now, I remembered that, when we went into the tap-room on Wednesday, some of his companions were chaffing Crockett about a certain Nancy Webb, and the chaff went home, as was plain to see.  The woman, then, who could most easily entice Sammy Crockett away was Nancy Webb.  I resolved to find who Nancy Webb was and learn more of her.

“Meantime, I took a look at the road at the end of the lane.  It was damper than the lane, being lower, and overhung by trees.  There were many wheel-tracks, but only one set that turned in the road and went back the way it came, toward the town; and they were narrow wheels—­carriage wheels.  Crockett tells me now that they drove him about for a long time before shutting him up; probably the inconvenience of taking him straight to the hiding-place didn’t strike them when they first drove off.

“A few inquiries soon set me in the direction of the Plough and Miss Nancy Webb.  I had the curiosity to look around the place as I approached, and there, in the garden behind the house, were Steggles and the young lady in earnest confabulation!