So it was arranged that when Arthur was brought before the magistrate, he should be asked to adjourn the case until the next day and accept bail for Arthur, that he might be released at once.
This arrangement they were fortunately able to carry out, so that at dinner-time Arthur was on his way home, having made arrangements with Mr. Andrews to be at his office by three o'clock that afternoon.
Molly was helping Alice, the maid, to set the dinner-table when he arrived, and as she saw him going to the door she ran and opened it.
"Whatever is the matter, Arthur? Are you ill? Have you got the headache?" asked Molly, without waiting for one question to be answered before another was asked.
"I don't feel very well, and so I have come home to dinner," answered Arthur, with a smile at his sister's curiosity.
"But that isn't all," she answered quickly. "You need not think you can deceive me, Mr. Arthur," she whispered. "I know there is something the matter, but I won't tell."
This was said because Mrs. Murray and Annie were coming downstairs, and the next minute they came into the room.
"You had better lie down and have a sleep for an hour," said Mrs. Murray, looking across at Arthur.
"I have to call at Mr. Andrews' office at three o'clock," said Arthur.
"Did you meet him again?" asked Molly.