The sun did not forget to shine, nor the moon to keep her appointment with the throbbing stars that signalled all along her circuit.  Men whistled, children laughed; the train thundered through tunnels, and flew across golden stubble fields, where grain shocks and hay stacks crowded like tents of the God of plenty, in the Autumnal bivouac; and throughout the long days and dreary lagging nights.  Beryl was fully conscious of a ceaseless surveillance, of an ever-present shadow, which was tall and gaunt, wore a drab overcoat and slouched hat, and was redolent of tobacco.  As silent as two mummies in the crypts of Karnac they sat side by side; and twice when the officer touched her arm and asked if she would take some refreshments, she merely shook her head, and tightened the folds of her veil; shrinking closer to the window against which she leaned.  Not until they approached X—–­, and she recognized some features of the landscape, were her lips unsealed: 

“What persons are responsible for my arrest?”

“Our District Solicitor, Mr. Churchill, and Mr. Dunbar, the lawyer, who made the affidavit under which the warrant was issued.  I am only a deputy, acting under orders from the sheriff.”

“You are taking me to prison?”

“Perhaps not; it depends on the result of the preliminary examination, and you may be allowed bail.”

A ray of hope silvered the shrouding gloom; there was a possibility of escaping the stain of incarceration.

“When will the examination take place?”

“About noon to-day.  You will have time to eat something and freshen up a little.  Here we are.  What a crowd to welcome us!  Don’t stir.  We will just wait a while, and I will get you into a carriage as quietly as possible.”

He whispered some directions to the conductor of the train, and standing in the aisle with his arm across the seat, screened her from the gaze of a motley crew of men and boys who rushed in to stare at the prisoner, whose arrival had been impatiently expected.  On the railway platform and about the station house surged a sea of human heads, straining now in the direction of the first passenger coach; and when in answer to some question, the conductor pointed to the sleeping car which was at the rear of the train, the mass swayed down the track.

“Quick!  Now is our time!”

The deputy sheriff hurried her out, almost lifted her from the steps, and pushing her forward, turned a corner of the street, and handed her into a carriage which awaited them.

CHAPTER VI.

To Beryl many hours seemed to have crept away, since she had been left alone in a small dusty apartment, adjoining the office where the chief magistrate of X—–­daily held court.  Too restless to sit still, she paced up and down the floor, trying to collect her thoughts, and at last knelt by the side of a table, and laid her weight of dread and peril before the Throne of the God she trusted.  The Father of the fatherless and Friend of the friendless, would surely protect her in this hour of intolerable degradation.