Beth had risen, her eyes wide with incredulity.
"Merciful Father! McGuire! Did he have another spell last night? You don't mean——?"
"I went up to his room. He was done for. He had seen outside the drawing-room window the face of the very man he's been guarding himself against."
"I can't believe——," she gasped. "And you think Aunt Tillie——?"
"Your Aunt Tillie talked to a man outside the door of the kitchen. You didn't hear her. I did. The same man who had been frightening Mr. McGuire."
"Aunt Tillie!" she said in astonishment.
"There's not a doubt of it. McGuire saw him. Andy saw him too,—thought he was the chauffeur."
Beth's excitement was growing with the moments.
"Why, Aunt Tillie didn't know anything about what was frightening Mr. McGuire—no more'n I did," she gasped.
"She knows now. She wasn't sick last night, Beth. She was just bewildered—frightened half out of her wits. I spoke to her after you went home. She wouldn't say a word. She was trying to conceal something. But there was a man outside and she knows who he is."