"I have noticed that he has been somewhat strange in his manner of late. More than once he has said things to me which I utterly failed to comprehend. Now, however, everything is explained."
"Poor Rodd! Poor fellow! But I am forgetting. There is a letter from him for you which was brought here by a special messenger two or three hours ago."
"So!"
Mrs. Drelincourt rose from her chair, and crossing to the table, found the letter and handed it to her husband.
"Most likely this will throw some further light on Roden's incomprehensible proceeding," she said. "I presume you will at once drive into Sunbridge and take whatever steps may be necessary in order to effect his release."
"That is what I purpose doing--almost immediately. I shall lose no time in carrying out my intention in that regard. It must be done! In my hands rests the question of his freedom or execution, and there is but one course for me to pursue, that the gates of his prison may be opened, and Rodd again enjoy the liberty which is his by right--human and divine."
"Then, for the present, I will leave you. But I shall see you again before you go?"
"Undoubtedly."
"Poor Roden! Most sincerely do I hope that you will be able to bring him back with you."
"I hope so too. In any case, you need not fear but we shall soon have him released from durance vile."