The man’s hair was black!
Volume Three—Chapter Six.
River-Side Hopes.
Harry Clayton hurriedly made his way back to the chambers, where he found Sir Francis hastily walking up and down the room.
“Ah! you are back!” he said, impatiently. “I fell asleep for quite two hours, and then I should have come after you, only the address the man gave had quite glided from my memory. It seems, Clayton, as if my head were so full of this one trouble that it will hold nothing else. But what news?”
“None, sir,” said Harry, quietly. “It was, thank Heaven, a mistake.”
“I don’t know, Clayton—I don’t know. This suspense is almost more agonising than the knowledge that my poor boy had really been found dead. I feel, at times, that I cannot bear it much longer. You saw this—this—”
“Yes, sir; I saw the body of some poor creature lying in a boat-shed; but it was not the one we seek.”