"I blame myself for not telling you sooner. He is safe and well.'
"Thank God!" she murmured.
"And at present at Melton Court, the country place of Lady Melton, Mr. Scarsdale's great-aunt." And then he told her such of her husband's adventures as he knew.
"When is the first train to Salisbury?" she cried, interrupting the recital.
"I dare say there is an early morning train," he returned; "but I should suggest your waiting for the one at nine-thirty, as then Mr. Scarsdale can accompany you."
"But he is in prison."
"Yes, I know; but he won't be very long."
"You are sure they will release him?"
"There's not a doubt of it. I have arranged all that."
"Now tell me more about my husband, everything you know. Poor Bob! if he has suffered as I have, he must indeed be wretched."