BARBARA
She looked long—until the top of the very highest chimney-pots became again a somber blur against the greenish glow of the east.
“I shall know,” she murmured at last. “At whatever cost, Captain Ferrers shall tell me.”
And before the captain arrived the next day she had resolved upon a plan of action. In justice to Monsieur Mornay, she would give his tale the most exhaustive test. For the sake of the experiment she would assume that it was true. But if it were, and she believed it, the difficulty lay in getting Captain Ferrers to acknowledge anything. She must deceive him. If her deception did not avail, she would try something else; but of one thing she was resolved—that tell he should, or all the friendship she bore him should cease forever.
Captain Ferrers wore a jubilant look as he came in the door.
“My service, Barbara. You are better, I hope.”
She smiled. “Well?”
“He’s gone. Escaped us last night and got
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