Marie's face burned. Oh, yes, there was no doubt Chris would go— would be glad to go. She heard Miss Chester make the suggestion to him, and held her breath while she waited for him to answer.
If he agreed she would know that he was guilty. If he refused there would be just a hope that Mrs. Heriot had lied.
But Chris turned to her.
"Would you like me to go, Marie?"
She hated him, because he left it for her to settle. She could not trust herself to look at him.
"Aunt Madge thinks someone should go, and I can't," she said. He agreed hastily.
"Of course, you can't; I will go, if you wish it. I shan't be able to get back till to-morrow," he said. "It will be too late to catch a train back to-night."
Marie did not answer, and he went away. She gave him no chance to say good-bye to her. He kissed her cheek hurriedly before he followed Dorothy to the waiting car, and he looked back anxiously as he closed the door.
"I'll be back as soon as possible to-morrow," he said.
Marie went back to Miss Chester without answering.