"
"Yes," she agreed with a lingering fear in her voice.
"Leave him to me to deal with," Gifford said reassuringly. "And do make
up your mind that all will be well."
"I will, thanks to you, my friend in need."
And so, with a warm pressure of the hands, they parted.
CHAPTER XXIII
EDITH MORRISTON'S STORY
Next morning Gifford was in good time at the rendezvous, a sequestered
corner of the park, and Edith Morriston soon joined him. "Let us come
into the summer-house," she suggested; "it will be more convenient for my
long story."
"First of all, tell me," Gifford said, "has anything happened since last
night? Has Henshaw made any move?"
She took out a note and handed it to him. "Only that," she said with an
uneasy laugh.
"There must have been some misunderstanding last evening," Gifford read.
"I cannot think that your not keeping the appointment was intentional.
Anyhow I can wait till to-night, then I shall be at the lane just beyond
the church at 7.30. That you may not repent I hope you have not
repented." That was all.
"A thinly veiled threat," Gifford observed. "The man in his way seems as
great a bully as his brother.
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