stacles with some one; with a very particular one, Barney Loutrelle. These, as Huston Adley said, were tremendous things, and to each one most highly intimate too. She would not like to confide her own faiths and doubts and gropings for the truth to any one but Barney who first had brought the upsetting questions to her; she remembered how considerately and with what gentleness he had brought her the word from her father.
After a while, she sat down and wrote to Barney.
She already had telegraphed her address; and she would have liked to telegraph him the information from his friend but, as she could not, she copied it fully into her letter.
"I shall try to find out at once which James Quinlan I should see," she finished.
But she did not set about it that afternoon. She had bathed and was resting, after having dispatched her letter to Quesnel, when a maid asked her if she wished to speak with her cousin, Mr. Bennet Cullen, who was calling her from downtown.
"Hello, Eth! So you are there!" he exclaimed to her over the 'phone, as though he had not been able to believe it until he heard her voice answer his. "What's the big idea in your going to cousin Oliver's?"
When she failed to answer him satisfactorily, he would not be put off from coming to see her.
"See here, Eth! You've got to tell me what's up. There's something a bit too queer about this whole business—the way you talk and your going to cousin Oliver's and—Oh, well; I'm on my way there now. You be ready to come right out with me."
