Catherick refuse to see you?” I asked in astonishment.
“Anne Catherick is gone,” replied Miss Halcombe.
“Gone?”
“Gone with Mrs. Clements. They both left the farm at eight o’clock this morning.”
I could say nothing—I could only feel that our last chance of discovery had gone with them.
“All that Mrs. Todd knows about her guests, I know,” Miss Halcombe went on, “and it leaves me, as it leaves her, in the dark. They both came back safe last night, after they left you, and they passed the
other than a stranger to me.”
“Which way did she go?”
“That gate,” said the under-gardener, turning with great deliberation towards the south, and embracing the whole of that part of England with one comprehensive sweep of his arm.
“Curious,” said Miss Halcombe; “I suppose it must be a begging-