“Go back to the carriage, boys, and wait,” said Sydney, and the next instant he had disappeared within the mysterious dwelling.
CHAPTER XXX
SYDNEY FREES HIS MIND
“You’re pretty weak, aren’t you?” This was Mrs. Fox’s remark as she eased Sydney down into a rocking chair in the little parlor. It was quite dark, save for the faint light that came in from the street lamp over the curtain pole in the window.
“I suppose I was too weak to venture to come,” Sydney answered, “but I felt that I must. Did you understand all that I meant to say in my note?”
“I understand that you know of a great sum of money that is coming to Maurice Darley. It’s strange, very strange.”
“Why is it? Did you know anything about it? Did you expect it?”
There was a note of alarm in Sydney’s tones.
“No, not that in particular. But you must tell me all the details before I dare to tell any more.”
The old lady seated herself on a low chair close to Sydney’s side. It was extremely weird, this confidential talk in the darkness.
“What details do you want?” Sydney asked.