“Is she alone?” asked John.
“No—that’s the worst of it. A reverend gent is with her, who has charge of her, and says he is her brother.”
“Who?”
“His name is Courtenay Despard, son of Colonel Lionel Despard,” said Potts.
The others returned his look in utter bewilderment.
“I’ve been thinking and thinking,” said Potts, “but I haven’t got to the bottom of it yet. We can’t do any thing just now, that’s evident. I found out that this reverend gent is on his way to Holby, where he is rector. The only thing left for us to do is to go quietly home and look about us.”
“It seems to me that this is like the beginning of one of those monsoon storms,” said Clark, gloomily.
The others said nothing. In a short time they were on their way back, moody and silent.