“It looks pretty bad for them, doesn't it?” said he calmly, looking up at me over his spectacles. “But we'll bring this matter to a climax very soon,” he continued. “We haven't seen the last act of the play yet. You need not have any further fear for your safety—I will look after that. You may feel quite free to go and come as you please in this part of the city. Above all things we must avoid letting them know that we suspect anything; it might defeat me in getting hold of the last bit of evidence that is necessary to complete our case.”
I nodded, and waited for him to proceed.
“Let us go carefully until we're sure of our ground,” he continued. “Your stepmother knows you are in London, of course. You must go and see her. Take your cousin with you, and—well, you will know how to treat them. After all, you must bear in mind that in the eye of the law every man is innocent until he is proven guilty. Adopt that view of the case yourself. You needn't fear anything from Cobb or his wife. Only be reasonably prudent.”
“I've no fear that they will try to do us any harm,” said I; “and I would greatly enjoy visiting the old house. Perhaps we could go to-morrow.”
“The day after. You'd better go down to Liverpool to-morrow with the young lady, and return by the night train.”
That day saw the beginning of a deep and lasting friendship between Hester and Mrs. Earl. When we left next morning to go to Hester's home in Liverpool, she promised to return soon for a long visit. By ten o'clock we were well out of smoky London, on the way that I had already traversed once before, with a cheerful heart most creditable to me under the circumstances. Mrs. Chaffin was waiting for us at the gate when we alighted in front of the old wood-colored cottage—that haven of weary legs in days gone by. Phil (who had lengthened noticeably in the service of Valentine, King & Co.) was there, too, and all the rest of the Chaffin household in Sunday clothes. Mrs. Chaffin was quite beside herself with joy.
“Dear-a me!” said the good lady, after the salutations were over. “Dear-a sakes! How you've growed! I didn't think you'd ever live to get s' big. I thought as 'ow som' 'arm 'd come to ye when ye went away, an' Hester—”
“Mamma!” exclaimed Hester, with a reproving glance. “Don't tell him.”
“I'm that fidgety I don't know what I'm sayin'. The Lord bless us, but ye must be hungry!” said the good woman, as she spread the table for dinner. She had guessed rightly, and Hester bustled about, helping her mother get the dishes on the table, with a critical eye to all the arrangements. Rayel was much amused by the children, the youngest of whom had climbed upon his knee and was taking liberties with his cravat. He was wholly unaccustomed to the pranks of children, and we frequently rallied to his defence. He seemed to enjoy them, however, and was soon involved in a spree at which both Hester and I laughed heartily.
“This herring ain't extra good, sir, but I 'ope it won't go ag'in' ye,” said Mrs. Chaffin to Rayel, as we sat down to the table.