CHAPTER XIII.
A BOLD PLOT.
“June, can you tell me where Irene has gone?” said Scott the next evening, as he entered the family sitting-room.
“No,” June replied, “she told me she was obliged to go and see a friend, and would not be home until quite late.”
“Was she dressed as though going to a party?”
“Oh, no; she wore a very dark suit and the plainest hat she has.”
“It is strange,” Scott said, as he seated himself in an easy-chair. “Do you think she went unattended?”
“I am quite sure she did,” June said, noticing the troubled look on Scott’s face, and then seating herself close beside him, and leaning on the cushioned arm of his chair, she said:
“Scott, how weary and troubled you look! Please tell me what makes you.”
“Do I look troubled? Well, I have a very perplexing case on hand, and I am bound to see justice done to the party who is deserving, whichever one it is.”