"I need not write to Malta," she said, quickly; "my sister is on her way to England."
[CHAPTER XVII.]
MAN AGAINST WOMAN.
Gerald Foster was eagerly awaiting the arrival of Ronald, in his chambers, for he was anxious to know what Carmela would say about her sister's movements on the night in question. He was pacing up and down his room, biting his nails, and casting impatient looks at the clock.
"He's a long time away," he said, aloud; "I wonder what on earth she's telling him. The worst of it is Monteith is so transparent that she will see through his motive at once, and, in order to shield her sister, will deny everything. They don't like one another, but for the credit of her own name she won't say a word--ah!" as a footstep on the stair attracted his attention, "here is my ambassador--I am anxious to learn the new move in the game. Well," as Ronald entered the room, "am I right or wrong?"
Ronald threw himself into a seat with an air of lassitude, and looked gloomily at the floor.
"You are right."
Foster gave a cry of triumph.
"I knew it; things are coming to a crisis my dear fellow, and we'll soon run this woman to earth."
"I hope not."