“I think not,” replied his father.
“It won’t be altered? It’ll be the same as it was before?”
“I hope so, my boy.”
Percy sighed, and returned quietly: “I’m glad of that.”
At ten o’clock Mr. Vissian walked over to the lodge to make inquiries. The doctor, he heard, had just gone away, but would return during the night. Mrs. Clarendon lay unconscious.
Shortly after hearing this, Kingcote took leave of his friends. He found it raining hard, not a glimpse of light in heaven. Instead of turning homewards, he went across to the gates of Knightswell. Just as he reached them they were being thrown open, and he heard the sound of a vehicle coming down the drive. It was a trap, with two men; they drove away in the direction of Salcot.
“Who was that?” Kingcote asked of the porter, as the gates closed again.
“Lord Winterset, sir,” was the reply.