Mrs. Craven left the room, leaving her husband angry and perplexed.
"Surely she can't suspect anything!" he thought, startled at the suggestion. "But no, it is impossible. We have covered our tracks too carefully for that. On my soul, I don't know what to do. This obstinate woman threatens to upset all my plans. I will consult Sharpley when he comes."
CHAPTER XXXVI.
SHARPLEY'S RETURN.
A few days later, as Mr. Craven sat in his office smoking a cigar, while meditating upon the best method of overcoming his wife's opposition to his plans, the outer door opened, and Sharpley entered.
"Well, Craven," he said, coolly, "you appear to be taking it easy."
"When did you arrive?" asked Mr. Craven.
"Yesterday. You ought to feel complimented by my first call. You see I've lost no time in waiting upon you."
"I received your letter," said Craven.