A BITTER PARTING.
Leicester had spoken the truth when he had said, in answer to the captain's inquiry, that he had been out to see the ghost.
But he had another object.
Since the morning when he had come upon the captain seated in the ruined chapel he could not rid himself of the suspicion that the captain was implicated in the eavesdropping of his servant, Jem, and that the astute and plausible master was the prime mover and director of some plot, while Jem was only the machine or tool.
Thereupon, not being able to sleep, partly from his unhappiness concerning Violet, and his disquietude born of his suspicion, he had sauntered out and made his way to the Park.
While there he had caught a glimpse of the ghost flitting past the ruins.
He was about to pursue it when he saw the captain emerging from behind the bush.
Instantly suspecting that it was one of the gang, he bore down upon him, as we have seen.
And now he told himself he was as far from the truth as ever.
Like the captain, he sank into a chair and gave himself up to thought, with this result: