“That’s why I came down here a few days ago. Why I came to this room an hour ago——” she hurried on—“all at once, in London, I knew that there was something in this room that would clear you.”
Hugh was baffled—and strangely impressed. “That is curious,” he said very slowly.
“Hugh,” she whispered clearly, “don’t you realize where this feeling—that we both have—comes from?”
He shook his head slowly—puzzled—quite in the dark.
“Think!”
Again a slow shake of the head.
“Daddy—Daddy is trying to help us!”
CHAPTER XXX
Too amazed to speak, too stunned to think, Hugh Pryde stood rigid—dumfounded. Helen was breathing rapidly, her breast rising and falling in great heaves, waves of alternate shadow and sunset veiling and lighting her face, her eyes far off and set, her hands reaching out to——
“Helen, my dear——” he said, brought to himself by her strangeness.