"She's gone," said I. "I haven't seen her. The innkeeper tells me that she has been gone these two hours. But she has left us the coach and——" I walked to the window and looked out. "Yes, and my horse is there, and her servant with his horse."
"But why is she gone? Hasn't she left——?"
"She has left ten guineas also," said I, pointing to the pile on the table.
"And no reason for her going?"
"Unless this be one," I answered, holding out the piece of paper.
"I won't read it," said Barbara.
"It says only, 'In pay for your dagger.'"
"Then it gives no reason."
"Why, no, it gives none," said I.
"It's very strange," murmured Barbara, looking not at me but past me.