“I ought to tell him,” he said. “It is a duty. He stood to him almost in the position of a father, and, for Myra’s sake, ought to know; and Heaven knows I want someone to advise me now.”
He changed his plans half a dozen times before he reached the square; but that of telling the admiral under a pledge of secrecy was in the ascendant when the cab drew up at the door.
It was opened by Andrews.
“The admiral in?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, but he’s asleep in the library. Miss Myra is in her chamber, sir—not very well to-night, but Miss Edith is in the drawing room.”
Guest went upstairs, and, upon entering, Edie rushed at him, when all his plans went for naught.
“Oh, how long you have been,” she panted, as she caught his hands. “Have you seen him?”
“Yes.”
“Have you found out anything?”
“Yes.”