She turned to the left, and walked swiftly up the road.

Now Coventry knew nothing about this girl, except that she belonged to a class with whom money generally goes a long way.  And he now asked himself whether it might not be well worth his while to enlist her sympathies on his side.

While he was coming to this conclusion, Jael, who was gliding along at a great pace, reached a turn in the road, and Mr. Coventry had to run after her to catch her.

When he got to the turn in the road, she was just going round another turn, having quickened her pace.

Coventry followed more leisurely.  She might be going to meet her sweetheart; and, if so, he had better talk to her on her return.

He walked on till he saw at some distance a building, with light shining though it in a peculiar way; and now the path became very rugged and difficult.  He came to a standstill, and eyed the place where his rival was working at that moment.  He eyed it with a strange mixture of feelings.  It had saved his life and hers, after all.  He fell into another mood, and began to laugh at himself for allowing himself to be disturbed by such a rival.

But what is this?  Jael Dence comes in sight again:  she is making for the old church.

Coventry watched her unseen.  She went to the porch, and, after she had been there some time, the door was opened just a little, then wide, and she entered the building.  He saw it all in a moment:  the girl was already bought by the other side, and had carried his rival a letter before his eyes.

A clandestine correspondence!

All his plans and his resolutions melted away before this discovery.  There was nothing to be done but to save the poor girl from this miserable and degrading attachment, and its inevitable consequences.

He went home, pale with fury, and never once closed his eyes all night.

Next day he ordered his dog-cart early; and told Mr. Raby and Grace he was going to Hillsborough for medical advice:  had a pain in his back he could not get rid of.

He called on the chief constable of Hillsborough, and asked him, confidentially, if he knew any thing about a workman called Little.

“What; a Londoner, sir? the young man that is at odds with the Trades?”

“I shouldn’t wonder.  Yes; I think he is.  A friend of mine takes an interest in him.”

“And so do I. His case was a disgrace to the country, and to the constabulary of the place.  It occurred just ten days before I came here, and it seems to me that nothing was done which ought to have been done.”

Mr. Coventry put in a question or two, which elicited from Mr. Ransome all he knew about the matter.

“Where does this Little live?” was the next inquiry.

“I don’t know; but I think you could learn at Mr. Cheetham’s.  The only time I ever saw Little, he was walking with the foreman of those works.  He was pointed out to me.  A dark young man; carries himself remarkably well—­doesn’t look like a workman.  If they don’t know at Cheetham’s, I’ll find him out for you in twenty-four hours.”