What he told me was beyond all credence.
Chapter Eleven.
The Storm Gathers.
“I’ve just been speaking to Ethelwynn,” Langton said. “She’s down at Broadstairs.”
“At Broadstairs!” I echoed, staring straight at my companion.
“Yes,” he replied. “She tells me that her father went up to Edinburgh, but was suddenly called abroad upon business connected with one of his newly-patented chemical processes. She rang up Antonio, intending to leave a message for me.”
I stood listening to him, utterly dumbfounded. The young man was being misled. Had I not with my own eyes seen the poor girl lying cold and dead in the room downstairs? Besides, was it possible that she, who knew of her father’s fate and had seen him lifeless, would tell her lover that great untruth!
Could this be one of Kirk’s ingenious subterfuges in order to gain time?