It was June when Frank Gleason, in the care of a nurse and a physician, arrived at his sister's summer cottage by the sea.
For a month after his coming Frank Gleason was too ill to ask many questions. But with returning strength came an insistence upon an answer to a query he had already several times put to his sister.
"Edith, what of the Denbys? Where is Helen? Why do you always evade any questions about her?"
"She is here with me."
"Here—still?"
"Yes. And she's a great comfort and help to me."
"And Burke doesn't know yet where she is?"
"Not that we know of."
"Impossible—all this time!"
"Oh, I don't know. All our friends know her as 'Mrs. Darling.' The Denbys never come here, and they'd never think of looking here for her, anyway. We figured that out long ago."