"He must have found her. But, good heavens! he can't have persuaded her to run away with him in half an hour! He had never been alone with her before."
"No."
"And he didn't see her alone afterwards."
Jim's face suddenly went dark. "He—he—went out after we went up to bed," he said.
"What?"
"He asked me to leave the door unlocked. He said he might not sleep, and if he didn't he should go out."
The two men looked at one another. "That's a nice thing to hear of your sister," said Dick bitterly.
"It's a nice thing to hear of a man you've treated as a friend," said Jim.
"How long have you known the fellow?"
"Oh, I told you. I met him when I was travelling, and asked him to look me up. I haven't seen him since until he wrote and said he wanted to come for a quiet Sunday."