"And now," beamed the lawyer, happy at the fortunate outcome of a
situation that a few moments before seemed so strained, "where is
your bell?"
Alaric indicated the bell.
"May I ring?" asked the lawyer.
"Certainly," replied Alaric.
Mr. Hawkes rang.
Alaric watched him curiously: "Want a sandwich or something?"
Hawkes smiled benignly on the unfortunate family and rubbed his
hands together self-satisfiedly:
"Now I would like to send for the young lady,--the heiress."
"Where is she?" asked Mrs. Chichester.
"She arrived from New York this morning and I brought her straight
here. I had to call on a client, so I gave her your address and told
her to come here and wait."
At the word "wait" an uneasy feeling took possession of Ethel. That
was the word used by that wretched-looking little creature who had
so rudely intruded upon her and Brent. Could it be possible--?
The footman entered at that moment.
The lawyer questioned him.
"Is there a young lady waiting for Mr. Hawkes?"
"A YOUNG LADY, sir? No, sir." answered Jarvis. Mr. Hawkes was
puzzled. What in the world had become of her? He told the cabman
distinctly where to go.
Jarvis opened the door to go out, when a thought suddenly occurred
to him.
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