“I shall return presently, and will then continue the investigation,” he said, addressing Masterson; “pending such action Captain Monroe can remain here.”
Then he closed the door and followed Gertrude.
Judithe arose at that calm ignoring of herself and moved to the table. She guessed what it was the dying man was trying to tell Kenneth––well, she would tell him first!
Pen and paper were there and she commenced to write, interrupting herself to turn to Masterson, who was looking out at the storm.
“Is there any objection to Captain Monroe holding converse with other––guests in the house?” she asked, with a little ironical smile.
Masterson hesitated, and then said: “I do not think a private interview could be allowed, but––”
“A private interview is not necessary,” she said, coolly. “You can remain where you are. Margeret, also, can remain.” She wrote a line or two, and then spoke without looking up, “Will you be so kind, Captain Monroe, as to come over to the table?”
“At your service, my lady.”
He did so, and remained standing there, with his hands clasped behind him, a curious light of expectancy in his eyes.