"It's your mother," he said; "you had better speak for yourself."
"So you are there, Dick?"
"Yes, mother."
"There was a message just now. Such a peculiar one. I thought you had better have it at once. It was only this: 'She knows' and a 'good-bye.'"
"Thanks, mother. I understand."
Ledyard watched the unflinching face and noted the even voice. He was so near he had caught Helen's words.
"And that is all, mother?"
"All, dear."
"I'll be home soon. Good night."
Then he looked up at Ledyard, and the older man's face softened.