For a few moments he did not speak. Then he answered—
“Against Tibbie.”
I pursed my lips, for I discerned his meaning. Was it possible that Ellice Winsloe knew the truth?
“Therefore, what are we to do? What do you suggest?” I asked.
“You must not risk going to see Sybil to-morrow. Where is she?”
I briefly explained all that we had done that day, and how and where she had gone into hiding.
“Then you must send her an express letter in the morning. We must not go to see her. You are certainly watched.”
“But think of her,” I said. “I am posing as her husband, and she will require my presence there to-morrow in order to complete the fiction.”
“It’s too risky—far too risky,” Eric declared, shaking his head dubiously.
“The only way is for you to keep watch upon Winsloe,” I suggested, “and warn me of his movements.”