"Please sir" she said in a hurry "Miss Winston seems so queer, she has got up and dressed herself and wishes to see you at once."
"My stars" screamed Cyril, forgetting in his excitement what a gentleman he was and with that he rushed upstairs to Helen's bedroom.
He found Helen standing by the bed, her hands beating wildly against her heart and a hectic spot burning on her cheek.
She was completely dressed even to her grey travelling cloak which hung limply on her shoulders.
"Cyril," she cried wildly, "I am going home, I can bare this imprisonment no longer."
"Helen, my darling cried Cyril astounded by her words.
"Yes it is true" cried Helen again. "I shall go home now now—this instant why am I kept in ignorance of my father's death? I know who murdered him in spite of secrecy," she screamed," it was Mr. Palsey, that false villain below," "Helen cried Cyril," "how could it be Mr. Palsey, why I should know it if it was he, dont be absurd dear, get into bed again do you know you are very ill, and to go out would be madness."
"I dont care" screamed Helen, her eyes dilating and her cheeks burning.
"I shall go home, I tell you it was Mr. Palsey who murdered my father if you dont know it Cyril, I do so there,"
"Helen" said Cyril firmly "be calm and I will tell you about your poor father's death."