"I shall have to leave home for a few days."
"Leave home?" echoed Diana.
"Yes. Adrienne must go out of town, and I'm going to run down to some little country place and find rooms for her and Mrs. Adams."
"Find rooms?" Diana stared at him amazedly. "But surely—won't they go to Red Gables?"
Max shook his head.
"No. It wouldn't be safe after this—this affair. The same brute might try to get her again. You see, it's quite well known that she has a house at Crailing."
"Who is it that is such an enemy of hers?"
Max hesitated a moment.
"It might very well be some former actor, some poor devil of a fellow down on his luck, who has brooded over his fancied wrongs till he was half-mad," he said, at length.
Diana's eyes flashed. So that item of news intended for the morning papers was also to be handed out for home consumption!