"
"I wonder what is known by the guests and household, and if Sir Lionel
has had them pursued?" cried Vaura brokenly, as they rapidly descend
the stairs.
"Some of the men In the house guessed what Delrose's game was," said
Everly, "and we thought the only women in the secret were Mrs.
Meltonbury and Mason, the maid, but Blanche seems to have been aware
of their plot."
"I am surprised at you, Blanche, seeming to be _au fait_ in the
matter, and keeping it secret; but I forget, you thought it best they
should fly."
"Yes, it was for the best, Miss Vernon, and the small white mouse can
keep dark when she chooses; the tongues of the other women were
bought," she said cunningly.
"Yes, tied by a gold bit. Sir Tilton, you are tied to a born
detective, said Vaura.
"He is," says the wee creature laconically.
Here they meet Trevalyon, out of breath and racing up for Vaura.
"How do you feel now, darling?" he says pantingly.
"Rest a minute, Lion, you are out of breath; Sir Tilton, kindly open
that casement."
"There is no way of opening this one; bad fix.
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