"No, no, Miss Morriston," he remonstrated
with a prohibiting gesture, "don't go up there now. Take my word for it
you had better not. Dick will be down directly to explain what is wrong."
For a few moments her eyes rested on him searchingly.
"Very well," she said at length. "If you say I ought not to go, I won't.
But you don't lessen my anxiety to know what has happened."
"There is no particular cause for anxiety on your part," Kelson said
reassuringly.
She had turned and now led the way to the drawing-room. As they entered
they were received by expectant looks.
"Well, is the mystery solved?" young Tredworth inquired.
Kelson gave him a silencing look. "You'll hear all about it in good
time," he replied between lightness and gravity.
Piercy rose to take his leave.
"Oh, you must not go yet," Miss Morriston protested. "They are just
bringing tea."
"But I fear I may be in the way if there is anything--" he urged.
"Oh, no," his hostess insisted. "I don't know of anything wrong. At least
neither Captain Kelson nor Mr. Gifford will admit anything. You must have
tea before your long drive."
The subject of the mystery in the tower was tacitly dropped, perhaps from
a vague feeling that it was best not alluded to, at any rate by the
ladies, and the conversation flowed, with more or less effort, on
ordinary local topics.
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