“Both the Professor and Mr Farquhar are downstairs, miss. Will you please go down to them at once?”
She started quickly. A cold shudder ran through her.
With that vow of secrecy upon her, the vow given to the man who had been her protector, what explanation of her absence could she give to Frank.
She rose slowly from her chair, her great dark eyes fixed straight before her.
Chapter Twenty One.
The Falling of the Shadow.
Gwen stood before her father and her lover, a pale, wan, trembling figure, evasive in all her answers.
With the seal of silence upon her lips what could she say?