“No, no, not quite so bad as that. There; never mind what I thought. I found you out, and just in the nick of time. I say, where the dickens can Leslie be?”
“Mr Leslie!”
Louise raised her face, with an excited look in her eyes.
“Well, why are you looking like that?”
“Tell me, uncle—was he very much hurt, that night?”
“Nearly killed,” said the old man grimly, and with a furtive look at his niece.
“Uncle!”
“Well, what of it? He’s nothing to you. Good enough sort of fellow, but there are thousands of better men in the world.”
Louise’s brow grew puckered, and a red spot burned in each of her cheeks.
“Been very good and helped me to find you; paid the detective to hunt you out.”