"The man said he could not see anything of the cab," she answered; "nor could I. It is gone."
"The driver has put up his horse, I suppose. It is a long drive, remember, and the horse must be tired."
A knock came at the door, and the landlady entered.
"Do you stop here to-night, sir?" she inquired.
"Yes," he said.
"No," said Lily firmly. "This gentleman does not stop here to-night."
A threatening look came into his eyes.
"Wait outside a minute," he said to the landlady. The landlady obeyed, and Mr. Sheldrake closed the door. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded of Lily, in a husky voice, almost throwing off his disguise.
"Can you ask me? You have brought me here to see my brother on a matter of life or death. I cannot rest until I see him. Have you no pity for my anxiety? Do you know where Alfred is?"
"Yes," he was compelled to reply. "I will go and bring him to you. Will that satisfy you?"