"The will isn't proved yet," interrupted the barrister quickly, "and until it is, Mr. Martaban thinks Mona should stop at the Grange."
"Mr. Martaban?"
"The late Sir Oliver's lawyer—a kind, clever old chap. He has taken Mona down to the Grange; and Mrs. Blexey, who is devoted to her, will look after the poor girl until I am free to visit her."
"You'll go down, of course," said Prelice nervously.
"Oh yes; as soon as the inquest is over and Bruge sets me free. I do not see how I can be arrested. But meanwhile, Dorry, you could do me a great favour?"
Prelice raised his eyes. "What is that?"
"Go down at once to Hythe and see Mona."
"But I don't know her," said Prelice, taken aback, although his face grew hot and his heart bounded at the idea of meeting this adorable girl, with whom he now knew himself to be in love.
"I'll give you a card of introduction. Tell her that I'm all right and will be down as soon as I can."
"All right," assented Prelice, feeling a guilty joy in thus yielding to a delightful temptation. "But the case?"