He laughed softly.
"You did not need to tell me; I could have found you anywhere in the world, Helen. That man Donovan is watching you like a hawk; but he's a pretty good fellow, with a Milesian joy in a row. He's going to protect Miss Pat and you if he dies at the business."
She shrugged her shoulders, and I saw her disdain of me in her face. A pretty conspiracy this was, and I seemed to be only the crumpled wrapping of a pack of cards, with no part in the game.
Gillespie drew an envelope from his pocket, held it to the white lantern for an instant, then gave it to her.
"I telegraphed to Chicago for a draft. He will have to leave here to get it—the bank at Annandale carries no such sum; and it will be a means of getting rid of him."
"Oh, I only hope he will leave—he must—he must!" she cried.
"You must go back," he said. "These matters will all come right in the end, Helen," he added kindly. "There is one thing I do not understand."
"Oh, there are many things I do not understand!"
"The thing that troubles me is that your father was here before you."
"No—that isn't possible; I can't believe it."