“Come with me, Geoff, where we can talk without fear of disturbing Gladys, and I will tell you. I have something very strange to tell you, too,” said Mr. Huntress, linking his arm within that of the young man and leading him to an alcove over the front entrance.
“Something strange,” Geoffrey repeated, in a startled tone.
“Very. There has been a most villainous plot connected with this affair.”
From Mr. Huntress’ manner, Geoffrey saw that something of a very grave nature had occurred.
“What is it?” he demanded. “Tell me at once; I can bear anything better than suspense.
“Geoff, there was a wedding!”
“Uncle August!”
“But no one save ourselves and our good doctor, as yet, suspects that there was anything wrong about it.”
“Are you crazy? What do you mean?” cried the young man, breathlessly. “A wedding? That could not be. Gladys could not have been the bride.”
“Gladys was the bride, and every guest believes that you were the groom.”