"Do you think she will resist the weight of such a document as that?"
"I don't see how she can."
"Then it shall be tried."
Three days later, as soon as it was deemed prudent, Sharpley called again at the house. He had boarded meanwhile at the hotel in the village, comprehending very clearly that Mr. Craven was not at liberty to receive him as a guest.
Mrs. Craven descended, at her husband's request, to meet the man whom she detested. She had received a second call from Ben, who, with all secrecy, showed her a line from Frank, to the effect that he was well, had found good friends, and should very shortly embark for America. It was an effort for the mother to conceal her joy, but she did so for the sake of expediency.
"When I was last here, Mrs. Craven," said Sharpley, "you expressed doubt as to your son's death."
"I did."
"I wish you had had good reason for your doubt, but I knew only too well that there was no chance for his safety."
"Well?"