“I fear nothing while I have my revolver in my pocket,” I answered, as coolly as I could. “Both of us are ready and anxious to carry out any plan you may form.”
“But of what character is the plan?” asked the vicar, with natural caution.
“It’s Friday to-day,” she observed, disregarding his question. “Tell me when Aline will next visit you.”
“On Sunday. She has written to-day saying that she will attend the service on Sunday evening.”
“You will preach?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he answered evasively. “I may be away.”
“You mean that by that time you may have resigned and left the Church,” I said quickly. “No, Jack. Don’t think of such a thing. Muriel know? more than she has told us, and if she will assist us, I have no doubt that the mystery will be cleared up, and the guilty brought to punishment.”
“Do you wish me to preach on Sunday?” Yelverton asked of my beloved.
“Certainly,” was her response. “But, tell me—she never remains after the evening service, does she?”
“No, never,” he replied. “By the time I’m out of the vestry she has always departed. It seems as though her quick, impetuous nature will not allow her to await me.”