“Hope? Oh yes! There is plenty of hope. In the first place I would urge you to lose no time in searching after your uncle.”
“I shall do so. Will you see to it?”
“I will do all that I can. You wish me, of course, to act in connection with Lieutenant Dudleigh.”
“Of course.”
“I will begin at once. And now I must go.”
The lawyer put his memoranda back in the wallet, restoring the latter to his pocket, and took his hat.
“But must I remain a prisoner here?” cried Edith. “Is there no law to free me—none whatever? After all, I am a British subject, and I have always understood that in England no one can be imprisoned without a trial.”
“You are a ward, Miss Dalton, and guardians can control their wards, as parents control children.”
“But parents can not control children who are of age.”
{Illustration: “SUCH MISS DALTON, IS THE LAW!”}