At ten o’clock next morning, just when Jane was preparing for her visit to Merlin Place, so possessed with anxiety to ascertain if Pennyloaf knew anything about Clara Hewett that all her troubles were for the moment in the background, Bessie Byass came running upstairs with a strange announcement. Sidney Kirkwood had called, and wished to see Miss Snowdon in private for a few minutes.
“Something must have happened,” said Jane, her heart standing still.
Bessie had a significant smile, but suppressed it when she noticed the agitation into which her friend was fallen.
“Shall I ask him up into the front room?”
Michael was in his own chamber, which he had not left this morning. On going to the parlour Jane found her visitor standing in expectancy. Yes, something had happened; it needed but to look at him to be convinced of that. And before a word was spoken Jane knew that his coming had reference to Clara Hewett, knew it with the strangest certainty.
“I didn’t go to work this morning,” Sidney began, “because I was very anxious to see
