He peeped into the library, but his father was no longer there.
“You?” cried a person who came out of the shadows of the bookcases, and Claude Lamont stood in the presence of Opal.
Her look was a question, but her lips framed one.
“You’ve been there?” she cried.
“You sent me down there, didn’t you?”
“I did. Well?”
“I always obey you, don’t I, sis?”
“You do, Claude. You are my best friend. But tell me—you looked into the room on the right?”
“Yes.”
“And——”