"Unless something occurs between now and tomorrow morning," Mr. Gryce went on, as if I had not spoken.
"To-morrow morning?"
"Yes."
I tried to realize it; tried to face the fact that all my efforts had been for nothing, and failed.
"Will you not grant me one more day?" I asked in my desperation.
"What to do?"
Alas, I did not know. "To confront Mr. Clavering, and force from him the truth."
"To make a mess of the whole affair!" he growled. "No, sir; the die is cast. Eleanore Leavenworth knows the one point which fixes this crime upon her cousin, and she must tell us that point or suffer the consequences of her refusal."
I made one more effort.
"But why to-morrow? Having exhausted so much time already in our inquiries, why not take a little more; especially as the trail is constantly growing warmer? A little more moling"
"A little more folderol!" exclaimed Mr. Gryce, losing his temper. "No, sir; the hour for moling has passed; something decisive has got to be done now; though, to be sure, if I could find the one missing link I want"
"Missing link? What is that?"
"The immediate motive of the tragedy; a bit of proof that Mr. Leavenworth threatened his niece with his displeasure, or Mr. Clavering with his revenge, would place me on the vantage-point at once; no arresting of Eleanore then! No, my lady! I would walk right into your own gilded parlors, and when you
