"Yes, I know; I met her last night by accident. And you have known all the time."
"Indeed, I know nothing," said the little man. "I was about to say that you know where she is?"
"Franklin did not tell you that she was with him, then?"
"Miss Denham—with Franklin—at the Priory?" Morley looked stupefied.
"She has been there all the time. I remember now. Franklin did not tell you, because he knew that you would give her up to the police."
"He told me nothing," said Morley slowly, "and if he had I should certainly have given her up to the police. Does he think her innocent?"
Giles shook his head gloomily. "He did, but circumstances have happened which have led him to change his opinion. He believes now that she is guilty. But he would never have told you."
"Well, I suppose that is natural. After all she is his niece, and although he hates his brother Walter, he must have some love for Anne, or he would scarcely have taken her in. So she has gone away. Can you tell me where she is to be found?"
"Is it likely that I should?"
Morley laughed in his cheery manner. "No," he replied bluntly, "for I know she has gone to London, and that you are following her."