"That's all I know," she replied, in a sullen tone. Brian gave a sigh of relief.
"You can go," he said slowly; "I wish to speak with Miss Frettlby alone."
Sal looked at him for a moment, and then glanced at her mistress, who nodded to her as a sign that she might withdraw. She picked up her book, and with another sharp enquiring look at Brian, turned and walked slowly into the house.
CHAPTER XXII.
A DAUGHTER OF EVE.
After Sal had gone, Brian sank into a chair beside Madge with a weary sigh. He was in riding dress, which became his stalwart figure well, and he looked remarkably handsome but ill and worried.
"What on earth were you questioning that girl about?" he said abruptly, taking his hat off, and tossing it and his gloves on to the floor.
Madge flushed crimson for a moment, and then taking Brian's two strong hands in her own, looked steadily into his frowning face.
"Why don't you trust me?" she asked, in a quiet tone.