"Was there much money in the purse?"
"I think not. She gave me almost all she had brought with her as soon as we met."
"Is it a large river?"
"Rather deep; in breadth only a mill-stream."
Then there was a silence. It seemed as if they all felt how little there was to work with, to hope for.
"Will you let Miss Teller draw on a sheet of paper the outline of your left hand?" continued Anne.
He obeyed without comment.
"Now please place your hand in this position, and let her draw the finger-tips." As she spoke, she extended her own left hand, with the finger-tips touching the table, as if she was going to grasp something which lay underneath.
But Heathcote drew back. A flush rose in his cheeks. "I will have nothing to do with it," he said.
"Oh, Ward, when Anne asks you?" said Miss Teller, in distress.