When Kitty had kissed him, she drew her mother back into the ingle nook in order that Godfrey and Molly might say good-bye to each other in private.
Then Godfrey took Molly in his arms.
“Good-bye, my own dearest,” she said. “I shall pray for you continually. Night and day you will be in my thoughts.”
He could not answer her, but kissed her passionately. Then, disengaging himself from her embrace, he left the room.
Returning to the library, he informed the detective that he was at his disposal, at the same time telling him that, if they desired to catch the 6.10 at Detwich, they had no time to lose.
“We had better be going, then,” said the man, and leaving the library they proceeded into the hall. Godfrey’s bag had already been placed in the cab, and the gray-haired old butler, Williamson, was standing at the foot of the stairs holding the door open.
“Good-bye, Williamson,” said Godfrey. “I know that I can safely leave everything in your hands.”
“You can, sir,” the man replied, simply; and then for the first time in his life he allowed himself to become familiar with his master, and laying his hand on his arm he added, “May God bless you, sir, and send you back to us soon!”
Then the cab rolled away down the drive, and Godfrey’s journey to prison had commenced.