Mrs.Verner asked him what the glove meant.
"I assure you I do not know," was his reply.

And he took it up, and examined it well again.

One of his riding gloves, scarcely worn, with a tear near the thumb; but there was nothing upon it, not so much as a trace, a spot, to afford any information.

He rolled it up mechanically in the two papers, and placed them in his pocket, lost in thought.
"Do you know that I have heard from Australia ?" asked Mrs.Verner.
The words aroused him thoroughly.

"Have you?
I did not know it." "I wonder Mary Tynn did not tell you.