"He
has been quite considerate and apologetic; so much so that I think I
shall have to ask him to stay to luncheon; it seems rather churlish in
the circumstances not to do so when the man is actually in the house on
what should be to him a very sad business. But you fellows must stay too,
to take off some of the strain."
They accepted; Gifford not sorry, for more reasons than one, to stay.
He presently took an opportunity of joining Edith Morriston in the
garden.
"I have been keeping a look-out for Mr. Henshaw," he said, as they
strolled off down a secluded walk, "but so far have had a chance of
speaking to him only once, when I ran across him in the hotel."
"Yes?" she responded, with a scarcely concealed curiosity to hear what
had passed.
"He has evidently got hold of some clue, or at least thinks he has,"
Gifford proceeded. "But what it is he did not tell me. In fact he rather
declined to discuss the affair. I fancy he had had a long consultation
with the police authorities."
"And he would tell you nothing?"
"Nothing. I rather expected he might have come, as before, to discuss the
case with us, but he has made a point of keeping away.
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