'Never mind. I was a fool: and I have had my reward. My brother came up to town and drew large sums of money out of Mr. Hunter. I could have stopped it—but I did not.'
'If I understand you aright, you have come to town now to insist upon what you call your rights?' remarked the doctor.
'Upon what I call!' returned Miss Gwinn, and then she paused in marked hesitation. 'But you must have news to tell me, Dr. Bevary. What is it?'
'I received a message early this morning from Dr. Kerr, stating that something was amiss. I lost no time in going over.'
'And what was amiss?' she hastily cried. 'Surely there was no repetition of the violence? Did you see her?'
'Yes, I saw her.'
'But of course you would see her,' resumed Miss Gwinn, speaking rather to herself. 'And what do you think? Is there danger?'
'The danger is past,' replied Dr. Bevary. 'But here we are.'
The carriage had driven in through an inclosed avenue, and was stopping before a large mansion: not a cheerful mansion, for its grounds were surrounded by dark trees, and some of its windows were barred. It was a lunatic asylum. It is necessary, even in these modern days of gentle treatment, to take some precaution of bars and bolts; but the inmates of this one were thoroughly well cared for, in the best sense of the term. Dr. Bevary was one of its visiting inspectors.
Dr. Kerr, the resident manager, came forward, and Dr. Bevary turned to Miss Gwinn. 'Will you see her, or not?' he asked.