"Come home with me and have a talk," said Brack, and Carl went.
Mrs. Elroy found it slow at night, but her thoughts were busy. She was restless, ate very little dinner, hardly spoke to Mrs. Brady, or her husband, and left them as soon as she could decently do so.
"Seems out of sorts," said Brady.
"Fletcher Denyer has gone to town," was Mrs. Brady's comment, and she spoke as though that explained everything.
"Do you think she's fond of him?" he asked.
"Yes, but she hardly knows it."
"Is he fond of her?"
"He's not in love with her; he's infatuated, that's all. Lenise has a way with the men that's hard to resist," she said.
Mrs. Elroy, for want of something better to do, looked over some back copies of the Torquay Times, and came across an account of the races. She saw Picton Woodridge had ridden four winners, which surprised her not a little; she had not seen him for years, had no desire to meet him.
Then she read about the escape from Dartmoor; there was not much about it, she gleaned very little fresh information.