"I am disappointed," she murmured in bitter reflection to herself. "I did not expect Oliver to clear himself, but I did expect him to face his accusers if only for his father's sake. What am I to say now to the judge?"
"Nothing to-night. In the morning we will talk the whole subject over. I must first explain myself to Andrews, and, if possible, learn his intentions; then I shall know better what to advise."
"Did the officer you met on your return from Tempest Lodge follow you to Shelby?"
"I have not seen him."
"That is bad. He followed Oliver."
"It was to be expected."
"Oliver is in Canada?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Which means—"
"Delay, then extradition. It's that fellow Flannagan who has brought this upon us. The wretch knows something which forbids us to hope."