“She has never seen me till this morning,” said Philip.
“You are mistaken; she has seen you when you were in Canada, though you never saw her.”
“That is strange,” said Philip unbelievingly.
“A good many things are strange in this world, young man,” said Alvin with a queer laugh. “And now I think we have no more to say to each other, and I will let you out.”
This was dismissal.
As Philip skirted the garden wall he glanced at an upper window and caught sight of a woman’s face. It was one of the most miserable faces he had ever seen.
CHAPTER VII
THE PRISONER
The owner of the miserable face came downstairs after watching Philip Barrimore’s departure and joined Thomas Alvin in the dining-room.
“Well, Mrs. Le Breton, we have walked into a lion’s jaws,” remarked the man, pouring out a wine-glass of brandy and gulping it down. “That man who called is Philip Barrimore, and he is come to live near us.”
“We must go away,” said the woman. “We must go at once.”