"Constance, good bye," he said, mournfully, and holding out his hand. "I will not displease you again; I will keep at a safe distance."
"You will displease me by doing that," she replied, kindly, at the same time extending her hand. "I mean by staying away; I want you to come often, and to bring me any news that may come from Sybil. Remember, I intend to be her champion, and you must be mine."
"Then I may come as a bringer of news?" he asked.
"You may come as usual," she retorted, a trifle sharply, "and come especially when there is news."
"Thank you;" he bowed over her hand, then turned to the private detective.
"Good morning, Miss Wardour," said that individual, coming forward; "it is probable that I shall not see you again, as I will leave for the city this evening, but you will hear from me as the case progresses, or it is possible that I may find it expedient to pay this place another visit."
"In which case, you will of course present yourself," smiled Constance. "May I ask where you intend to pass your time until you leave for the city, sir?"
"I can hardly say; about the town, as it may happen."
"Ah! Pardon the question; I was thinking of the business in hand; you can hardly hope to find anything new in the village."
"One can never tell, Miss Wardour. If I do learn anything new, you shall hear from me. Present my adieus to Mrs. Aliston, and once more good day."