She
wanted to know. He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat
bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never
materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. "
Trenchard took up a pen. It could not be she who had done this. . I HAD to. And now tell me
what has happened to my poor mother?"
"Ever since your last capture, and Thames's mysterious disappearance, she has
been dreadfully ill," replied Winifred; "so ill, that each day was expected to be
her last. ‘Could she have been a spy, after
all?’
‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you
not?” she remarked. The spikes almost touched the upper part of the hatch:
scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being left between their points
and the beam.
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