"There is another matter," he said, "of great importance which was mentioned during the interview, and which we may speak of presently. You now know my reason for sending to Ruth to come home. I must learn the truth from her own lips."
"Strangely enough," said Mr. Moss rather nervously, "I have come to say something about Ruth myself."
"Surely not in connection with this matter?" exclaimed Aaron.
"You must be the judge of that, Cohen. Did you notice whether Rose was looking well?"
"She looked tired. Dr. Roberts said she had passed a bad night, and that the change would do her good."
"A bad night! No wonder, poor child. I scarcely slept an hour with what is on my mind. You will be surprised at what I have to tell you. But first--Rose said nothing about Ruth?"
"Nothing whatever."
"You must not blame her; she acted by my directions, and her lips are sealed."
"Why should I blame her? She is a dear, good child; I have implicit faith and confidence in her. You alarm me, Mr. Moss. Speak plainly, I beg of you."
"Yes, I will do so; but I would have liked to break it gradually. Cohen, Ruth is not in Portsmouth."