“Then she is put on her guard: so far, well.”
“Ephraim, have you heard anything more of Angus?”
“Nothing but what you know already.”
“Nor, I suppose, of Colonel Keith? I wish I knew what he is doing.”
“He has not had much chance of doing anything yet,” said Ephraim, rather drily. “A sick-bed is not the most favourable place for helping one’s friends out of prison.”
“Has Colonel Keith been ill?” cried I.
“Mr Raymond did not tell you?”
“He never told me a word. I do not know what he may have said to Annas.”
“A broken arm, and a fever on the top of it,” said Ephraim. “The doctor talks of letting him go out to-morrow, if the weather suit.”
“O Ephraim!” cried I. “But where is he?”