“He wanted to know if you had his letter.”
“Yes, I had his letter,” said John Bennett, “but I didn’t answer it. If Ray wants to see me, he knows where I am. Did you hear from anybody else?” he asked, with surprising calm.
She had been dreading what might follow the mention of Ray’s name.
“I heard from Mr. Johnson. He has left Maitlands.”
Bennett finished his glass of water and set it down before he replied.
“He had a good job, too. I’m sorry. I suppose he couldn’t get on with the old man.”
Should she tell him? she wondered again. She had been debating the advisability of taking her father into her confidence ever since——
“Father, I’ve met Mr. Maitland,” she said.
“I know. You saw him at his office; you told me.”
“I’ve met him since. You remember the morning I was out, when Captain Gordon came—the morning I went to the wood? I went to see Mr. Maitland.”