“When I discovered that the visitor was not the doctor, I was convinced that it was Eastworth who came. I have not had a doubt about the matter since,” said Elfie.
“Then you had better come with me and give information at the provost marshal’s office directly.”
“Bless my soul and body! Well, I said I was willing to go, and I’ll go; but now it comes to the point I don’t like the office at all,” said Elfie, as she hurried off to get her bonnet and mantle.
In a few minutes Justin took her out in a carriage to do the disagreeable duty he had recommended. They were gone but an hour, at the end of which Elfie returned in rather a bad humor, and Justin with a very grave face.
They had both been subjected to a close cross examination.
Elfie threw off her bonnet and mantle, and hurried into the room of Erminie, whom she found quietly sleeping.
Catherine had the watch.
“Where is Miss Conyers?” inquired Elfie.
“I don’t know, ma’am. She hasn’t been in this room since breakfast.”
“Strange! I’ll go and look for her,” said Elfie, rising, to leave the chamber.