Both were very silent for a time. Then he spoke.
“You were there?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about it.”
“You have not heard?”
“Only the barest outline. Sit down and tell me all.”
She did not resent his air of authority. She sat down, and did his bidding. Tom listened in deep silence, weighing every word.
He made no comment on the strange story; but a very dark shadow rested upon his sharp featured face.
He was a man of keen observation and acuteness of perception, and his mind often leaped to a conclusion that no present premises seemed to justify. Not for a moment would he have given utterance to the question that had suggested itself to his mind; but there it was, repeating itself again and again with persistent iteration.
“Can there have been foul play?”