to live at Friars' Moat," Mrs. Ricardo continued, with interest.
Still Terry did not answer.
"I wonder where he will go?" the elder woman pondered aloud.
Terry was looking at the vicarage, which made a pretty picture now, in the midst of its old-fashioned garden. As she looked, Miss Verney came out through a long window, and turned toward the left, not seeing, or not appearing to see, the approaching visitors.
"There she goes now!" exclaimed Maud. "I don't see what we can do for her, do you?—unless she'd accept a present of money."
"I don't think she would do that," Terry said. "But I have a plan. It's growing in my mind now. Perhaps I'll ask her to go abroad with me for a little while. Maybe she would like that."
"Go abroad!" Mrs. Ricardo repeated, her eyes very wide. "Why, you have only just come to England. You are visiting me."
"I know," said Terry. "And if I go, I'll come back to you—if you'll have me. But—this horrible thing that has happened seems to have done something odd to my nerves. You said Sir Ian looked 'haunted.' Well, I feel haunted. I can't sleep. And I'm such a fool—I look under my bed every night, and into the wardrobe. That isn't like me. I've been thinking
