Beneath the roof of the respectable mansion in which he had hitherto spent a life unsullied by mystery or romance he found, to his horror, that these sinister manifestations were even more marked than in his club. The restored happiness of Jean was a bad sign, very ominous under the circumstances. It is true that she professed complete ignorance of their father's movements, but Andrew was too astute a lawyer to pay much attention to what people said; it was how they behaved that he went by; and Jean's conduct was suspicious. Why should she be smiling while this dark cloud hung over their reputations? The like of that looked very bad. He resolved to probe the matter a bit further.
"There's some one wanting to know where Frank has got to," he began, with an ingenuous air, when he met her next.
"What does he want to see him about?" inquired Jean.
"He didn't say, but I thought perhaps you had heard Frank mention where he was going. Did you by any chance?"
His air remained as ingenuous as ever, but Jean looked at him doubtfully. For a moment she hesitated.
"Yes," she said.
"Oh, where was it?"
"Of course I don't know whether he has gone there."
"The chances are he has," said Andrew. "What was his intention?"