“You were mistaken. I live alone, and have been to Horwick,” the parson replied, and passed to his study.
He entered it with his finger on his lips. Monjoy, who was sitting awake in a chair, nodded, and the parson drew a chair close to him and spoke in a low whisper.
“You are to join your wife two days from now,” he said; and Monjoy needed no further informing that Sally had passed away—for victim had followed hunter within a very few hours.
“The man outside thinks he heard you,” the parson continued by and by.
Monjoy frowned. “Then that drags you into the business,” he muttered.
“Yes, I’m in it,” the parson sighed, passing his hand over his harassed brow.—“When your wife joins you, she will bring her friend’s child.”
Monjoy frowned again. “Oh, why couldn’t she meet me somewhere over the Edge!” he murmured.
“The district is almost enclosed by soldiers by this.”
“Ah!... Then together will be safer than singly, with one a woman and certain to be watched. The child!——”
“Another thing; I was to tell you they’d found Ellah.”