“Well, my dear boy,” said Mrs. Henderson, “what have you to tell us? What was the result?”
There was no need for her to say to what she referred. Their minds had been too much occupied with it that day to leave room for any uncertainty upon the point.
“Nothing is decided yet,” said Sir Vivian, who took upon himself the part of spokesman. “The inquiry is adjourned until Wednesday.”
“That means that you will have to go up again,” said Molly. “Why couldn’t they settle it at once?”
Godfrey knew, but he dared not tell her the reason.
“They are searching for more evidence, I fancy,” said Sir Vivian. “You must remember that the matter is, at present, shrouded in the greatest mystery. Until that can be cleared up, nothing can be done.”
“And Mr. Fensden, where did you leave him?” asked Mrs. Henderson.
“We parted outside the Court,” said Godfrey. “I have no idea where he is staying to-night.”
Though he tried to speak unconcernedly, Molly felt certain in her own mind that there had been trouble between the two men. She said nothing to him about it, however. She knew that he would tell her in good time.