When the door had closed, Sefton went up to Halley, and held out his hand. “If you don’t mind shaking hands with a man under suspicion,” he said “I want to apologise for my seeming rudeness.”
Halley understood and shook hands with a hearty grip.
“You need not say anything. I believe I can guess something at any rate; you may rely on me.”
Tears came into Ena’s eyes in spite of herself, if this man could trust her brother, what right had she to have doubts?
“Jack, I will believe you, but do clear up the whole thing, dear.”
“At the end of next week,” he said as though taking a sudden decision.
“Thank God for that,” she said, and they parted for the night.
Chapter X.
In the Churchyard
Ena Sefton was on her way to the village church on Sunday morning. It was the old church which had stood there for centuries, long before such a thing as a bungalow town was heard of. She was rather late and the bell was already ringing, so she quickened her pace. A long avenue of trees led up to the old churchyard, and as she rounded the corner she saw Halley walking slowly in front of her, and somehow it came as a shock to her, for she had not associated him with church-going. He turned and when he saw her he raised his hat with a smile of welcome.
“I did not know that you usually patronised our village church,” she said.