dered that very night. Imagine my sensations for the next few days, living in the same house with the woman who had heard me say that! She held my fate in her hands, but, thank God, she evidently had such faith in my honour and humanity that she forebore to—er"
"Peach," suggested Carrington, "though as a matter of fact, I fancy she had forgotten all about the incident."
"Forgotten my words!" exclaimed the baronet indignantly. "Impossible! I can never forget them myself so long as I live!"
"Well," said Carrington soothingly, "let us suppose she remembered them. Anyhow she said nothing, and, that being so, how did you first actually know that you were suspected?"
"My own man of business thought it his duty to drop me a hint!" cried the baronet.
This piece of information seemed to produce quite as much impression on his new acquaintance as his first revelation, though he took it rather more quietly.
"Really!" said he in a curious voice. "And what course of action did he advise?"
"He advised me to keep away from the place. In fact he even suggested I should go abroad—and, by Gad, I'm going too!"
To this, Carrington made no reply at all. His thoughts, in fact, seemed to have wandered entirely away from Sir Malcolm Cromarty. The baronet seemed a trifle disappointed at his lack of adequate interest.
