We had news of your father not long before his sad death, and he was certainly in ill-health." She set her lips firmly together, and there was a look in her face which alone was quite sufficient to deter Mr.Cuthbert from further argument.
"It may be a wild-goose chase," she said.

"It may not.

At any rate nothing will alter my purpose.

Justice sleeps sometimes for very many years, but I have an idea that Mr.Scarlett Trent may yet have to face a day of settlement." * * * * * She walked through the crowded streets homewards, her nerves tingling and her pulses throbbing with excitement.

She was conscious of having somehow ridded herself of a load of uncertainty and anxiety.