“Gertrude knows her brother is alive!” said Muriel coldly.
Her sister cast a keen glance at her, while Colston, made a sign of expostulation.
“I scarcely think you have any right to say that; but I’ll confess that I’m wavering in my opinions—Prescott’s return has had its effect on me. In fact, the mystery’s getting deeper and more fascinating; I feel impelled to wait and see it unraveled.”
“That is hardly the way to regard it,” his wife rebuked him. “I would rather remember that the Jernynghams have a strong claim on our sympathy.”
“It’s the main consideration, of course. But we’ll decide on the drive to-morrow. It has been a depressing day.”
CHAPTER XX
MURIEL RELIEVES HER MIND
On the Monday morning, Jernyngham was shown into the parlor of the hotel where a commissioned officer of the police sat waiting for him. He had keen, observant eyes, but his manner was quiet, and Jernyngham endeavored to control his impatience.