“You had much better leave it at home. Look at it constantly of course, but leave it in a safe place at home.”
“Oh no, I like to wear it on my finger.”
“Well, well!” The lawyer sighed, then sat down and wrote his letter.
Chapter Nine.
A Telegram.
I took the letter in my hand, and walked to Cousin Geoffrey’s house. Drake was the name of the policeman who replied to my summons. He read the contents of Mr Gray’s letter with almost lightning speed, then moved aside to let me pass in.
“You would rather I did not show you round, Miss Lindley?” said Drake.
“Yes,” I answered, “I know the old house, I have been here before; I should just like to walk quietly over it by myself.”