But Mr. Gryce waved that question aside.
"What I want to make sure of is that your aunt had not been informed of your wishes as concerned Miss Dare."
"Unless Miss Dare was there in the early morning and told her herself."
"There were no neighbors to betray you?"
"There wasn't a neighbor who knew any thing about the matter."
The detective's eye brightened till it vied in brilliancy with the stray gleam of sunshine which had found its way to the cell through the narrow grating over their heads.
"A clue!" he murmured; "I have received a clue," and rose as if to leave.
The prisoner, startled, rose also.
"A clue to what?" he cried.
But Mr. Gryce was not the man to answer such a question.