One afternoon, when Artis had accompanied the ladies for a drive, and the search was about to be recommenced, Mr Girtle sat down by his little table in the drawing-room and said:
“I have a little news for you, Mr Capel.”
“What, have you found the clue?”
“Not yet,” said the old man, quietly; “but I have found an angel.”
“A what?”
“An angel. You did not know we had one in this house.”
“Indeed, but I did,” cried Capel.
“Ah, yes,” said the old man, looking at him thoughtfully; “but I’m afraid we are not thinking of the same.”
“Indeed, but we are,” said Capel, warmly. “No one who has seen Miss D’Enghien—”
“Could hesitate to say that she is a very handsome woman,” said the old lawyer, “but I was referring to Miss Lawrence.”