They sat long over the fire in converse. Halley now had Southgate as a willing slave, who would follow him to the death, and a plan was arranged between them.
“We must try and see whether we can get an interview with him privately,” said Halley.
“We must not delay matters, for ’e is off like a flash,” said the other “it’s almost as though ’e was afeared to stay long.”
“Tonight, then,” said Halley.
Chapter XI.
Halley Continues the Narrative
There was silence in the room after Halley had told his story, in fewer words than are given here. Not a sound had broken the stillness and all eyes had been fixed on him, as part at least of the truth was revealed.
Halley looked round at his audience. Ena’s eyes were wet, and she had furtively used her handkerchief from time to time, but there shone on her face the light of enthusiasm and trust. Fletcher was obviously incredulous, and Brown stolid as ever.
The silence was broken by Sefton.
“So you are really Lord Reckavile?” he asked.
“In actual fact I am, but I cannot establish my title. I am a nameless man, unless by some miracle the marriage certificate is found—if it still exists, or we can find the village church where the wedding took place.”