"Have you made up your mind?" asked Mr. Brownlow, in a low voice, of Monks.
"Yes," he replied. "You—you—will be secret with me?"
"I will. Remain here till I return. It is your only hope of safety."
They left the room, and the door was again locked.
"What have you done?" asked the doctor in a whisper.
"All that I could hope to do, and even more. Coupling the poor girl's intelligence with my previous knowledge, and the result of our good friend's inquiries on the spot, I left him no loophole of escape, and laid bare the whole villany which by these lights became plain as day. Write and appoint the evening after to-morrow at seven, for the meeting. We shall be down there a few hours before, but shall require rest, and especially the young lady, who may have greater need of firmness than either you or I can quite foresee just now. But my blood boils to avenge this poor murdered creature. Which way have they taken?"