“Would you rather I went, my dear?” asked her aunt kindly.
“I’ll go,” said the girl quickly. “I think I know who it is.”
And, sure enough, it was Mr. Toogood.
“It’s all right, Miss Bower. If you will be at the prison at ten o’clock to-morrow morning, the Governor will himself be present at your interview with Mr. Garlett. He says he will keep out of earshot. I hope you are pleased.”
“I am indeed,” she called back, “and very grateful to you!”
And then she walked back slowly to the room where her uncle and aunt were sitting. She was sorry, now, that she had not confided to them her intention of seeing Harry Garlett, but she had shrunk from doing so, for she knew they were hurt with her for concealing the reason of her visit to London.
As she opened the door she said abruptly: “I am going to see Harry to-morrow morning. I called at Mr. Toogood’s office on my way home and arranged it.”
As neither of them spoke, she went on, catching her breath a little:
“Try not to mind my not being able to tell you why I want to see him. I’ve promised not to do so—but it is important. It may make a difference at the trial.”
There was a pause, and then Mrs. Maclean said a little coldly: