I don't like the look of this business, Mr.Medler; I tell you so frankly." "Mr.Nowell is my client, you must remember, Mr.Fenton.I cannot consent to listen to any aspersion of his character, direct or indirect." "And you positively refuse to tell me where Mrs.Holbrook is to be found ?" "I am compelled to respect her wishes as well as those of her father." "She has been placed in possession of her property, I suppose ?" "Yes; her grandfather's will has been proved, and the estate now stands in her name.

There was no difficulty about that--no reason for delay." "Will you tell me if she is in London ?" Gilbert asked impatiently.
"Pardon me, my dear sir, I am pledged to say nothing about Mrs.
Holbrook's whereabouts." Gilbert gave a weary sigh.
"Well, I suppose it is useless to press the question, Mr.Medler," he said.

"I can only repeat that I don't like the look of this business.
Your client, Mr.Nowell, must have a very strong reason for secrecy, and my experience of life has shown me that there is very seldom mystery without wrong doing of some kind behind it.

I thank God that Mrs.
Holbrook is safe, for I suppose I must accept your assurance that she is so; but until her position is relieved from all this secrecy, I shall not cease to feel uneasy as to her welfare.

I am glad, however, that the issue of events has exonerated her husband from any part in her disappearance." He was glad to know this--glad to know that however base a traitor to himself, John Saltram had not been guilty of that deeper villany which he had at times been led to suspect.