“Where?”
I hesitated. I had not wished to mention my visit to Adelaide Fortress, at any rate until he was stronger; but he saw my reluctance and forced me to answer him.
“At the Yellow House,” I said, softly.
He gave a little gasp. At first I was afraid that he was going to be angry with me. As it chanced, the fact of my disobedience did not seem to occur to him.
“The Yellow House?” he repeated, quickly. “What was she doing there? What did she want?”
“I don’t know what excuse she made for calling,” I answered. “She seems to be going round the neighborhood making inquiries for Philip Maltabar. She has quite made up her mind that he is the man who killed her brother. She says——”
“Yes——”
“That she is quite sure that he is here—somewhere—in hiding. She is like a ferret, she will not rest until she has found him.”
He struck the bedclothes vigorously with his white, clenched hand.