CHAPTER XXVIII.
WARNED.
It was even later than usual this evening when Fergus Derrick left the rectory. When Mr. Barholm was in his talkative mood, it was not easy for him to break away. So Derrick was fain to listen and linger, and then supper was brought in and he was detained again, and at eleven o'clock Mr. Barholm suddenly hit upon a new topic.
"By the bye," he said, "where is that fellow, Lowrie? I thought he had left Riggan."
"He did leave Riggan," answered Derrick.
"So I heard," returned the rector, "and I suppose I was mistaken in fancying I caught sight of him to-day. I don't know the man very well and I might easily be deceived. But where is he?"
"I think," said Derrick, quietly, "that he is in Riggan. I am not of the opinion that you were mistaken at all. I am sure he is here, but for reasons of his own he is keeping himself quiet. I know him too well to be deceived by any fancied resemblance."
"But what are his reasons?" was the next question. "That looks bad, you know. He belongs to a bad crew."
"Bad enough," said Derrick.
"Is it a grudge? He is just the rascal to bear a grudge."
"Yes," said Derrick. "It is a grudge against me."
He looked up then across the table at Anice and smiled reassuringly.
