'So Sibyl was at Weymouth.'
Harvey communed with his thoughts, which were anything but pleasant. He did not doubt the truth of Hugh Carnaby's narrative, but he had a gloomy conviction that, whether Hugh knew it or not, an essential part of the drama lay unrevealed.
'Will they find that woman, do you think?' were Alma's next words.
'It doesn't seem very likely.'
'What is the punishment for manslaughter?'
'That depends. The case will go for trial, and—in the meantime——'
'What?' asked Alma, raising herself.
'The woman may be found.'
There was another silence. Then Alma asked——
'Do you think I ought to write to Sibyl?'