We don't want the tragedy kept alive indefinitely; it would be
intolerable. I am sure you understand how I feel. That is all."
"You may rely on me to the utmost," Gifford assured her fervently, in
answer to the question in her eyes.
"Thank you," she said, as she rose. "I felt sure I might ask you this
favour and trust you."
She made a slight movement of putting out her hand. The gesture was
coldly made; it might, indeed, have been checked, and gone for nothing.
But Gifford, keenly on the alert for a sign of regard, was quick to take
the hand and press it impulsively.
"You may trust me, Miss Morriston," he murmured.
"Thank you," she responded simply, but, he was glad to notice, with a
touch of relief.
She lightly took his arm and they went back to the ball-room.
CHAPTER XII
HAD HENSHAW A CLUE?
Next day Gervase Henshaw made his expected reappearance in Branchester.
He left his luggage at the _Golden Lion_ and then went off to the
police-station where he had a long interview with the chief constable.
Mindful of his promise to Edith Morriston, Hugh Gifford kept about the
town with the object of coming across Henshaw and getting to know, if
possible, something of his intentions.
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