"She has an absurd notion that her duty lies in standing by Bursfield in his trouble. That, of course, is all very well in its way, but no one could possibly expect her to turn herself into a keeper for a madman."
Alice, seeing the tired look on his face, crossed the room and placed her arm round his neck.
"Dear old Jim," she said, "you must not worry yourself too much about it. All will come right in the end. Helen is a girl of very marked character, and it is quite probable that, under her influence, Mr. Bursfield's condition may improve. Were I in your place, I should trust matters to her for a little while. You know that she loves you, and you may be quite sure that she will keep her promise, and let you know directly anything is very wrong. But there! what am I thinking about? I should have told you when you first came in that there is a telegram waiting for you. Here it is."
As she spoke she took an envelope from the mantelpiece, and handed it to him.
"I wonder who it is from?" he remarked as he tore it open.
Having withdrawn the contents, he read as follows:—
"Standerton, Childerbridge.
"Murbridge found. Come at once.
"13, Upper Bellington Street. Robins."
CHAPTER X
"Murbridge found," said Jim to himself as he stood holding the telegram in his hand. "At last, thank goodness, at last!"