“Perfectly. Only she evidently did not expect to meet him. She asked the name of a hotel at Fort William, and I told her to go to the Station.”
“Then she’s there!” I exclaimed quickly.
“Probably. She arrived there this morning.”
I tipped the man, and after idling in Glasgow some hours, left for Fort William, determined to disobey Sybil’s order to go back to Newcastle.
It was a long but picturesque journey. When I arrived I went at once to the hotel to inquire if Mrs Morton were there.
The manageress shook her head, saying,—
“There was a Mrs Morton, a young woman like a lady’s-maid, who arrived here yesterday morning, and left here last evening. A lady was awaiting her—her mistress, I think.”
“What was her name?”
“Mrs Rumbold,” was the answer, after referring to the visitors’ book.
“Rumbold!” The name of the secret lover.