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Show 201 listened to the sound of barking hounds fade in the distance. What was she to do now? She had thought that she would be taken hostage by fominson until he found and arrested Lathrop, but he had left her here. Here in the empty Lathrop home. With Hyrum and the Lathrops in America, where would she go? "They're not in America yet!" she blurted aloud. She knew the way to the docks-what's more, she knew the shortcuts as well. She would take no baggage, only herself, and with godspeed, she ought to make it before the Griffin would sail. A gentle warm wind was blowing through Elise's hair as she ran down the compacted dirt roadways. Soon she was off the road and running across meadows down to the Thames. She knew just what ferry to take. It was there, as though ready and waiting. "I'm coming Hyrum," she called aloud. "I'm coming." - • - - * * * ** "Did you bring me Lathrop? asked Laud of Tomlinson the moment he stepped inside his chamber. "He's gone," lamented Tomlinson. "Didn't you take the hounds?" Laud's tone was reproving. "They lost the scent!" Tomlinson did not want to be blamed. ' "Lost the scent?" Laud looked heavenward, questioning some divine intervention. |