"Not she. I told her I was coming to make arrangements for putting her to school at a convent, and I intend to do it, too."
Making no comment on this bit of maternal discipline, I again had recourse to my note-book.
"You are fixed in your desire not to have your daughter further interviewed?" I asked, presently.
"I am," she replied. "I don't think it would do any good, and she is not fit to endure any more excitement. I expect to find her sick in bed when I get home."
"Do you think your shot injured the man?"
"I know it did," emphatically. "I aimed at his legs, intending to hit them, and I did it. He never gave such a screech as that from sheer fright; there was pain in it. Amy must have helped him to the carriage."
"Is this escapade known among your neighbors?"
"No. I hushed it up at home, giving my girl and hired man a different story to believe. I could not get away by the morning train from Sharon, and so started the next evening. I left them all at home with Grace, and drove alone to Sharon, leaving my horse at the stable there."
"You certainly acted very wisely, although I regret the delay. Miss Holmes and her two cavaliers have now nearly four days the start of us. Did you notice the size of the man at the ladder?"