She looked at me attentively as I put the letter away in my pocketbook.
“When the time comes?” she repeated. “Can you speak of the future as if you were certain of it?—certain after what you have heard in Mr. Kyrle’s office, after what has happened to you today?”
“I don’t count the time from today, Marian. All I have done today is to ask another man to act for me. I count from tomorrow—”
“Why from tomorrow?”
“Because tomorrow I mean to act for myself.”
“How?”
“I shall go to Blackwater by the first train, and return, I hope, at night.”
“To Blackwater!”
“Yes. I have had time to think since I left Mr. Kyrle. His opinion on one point confirms my own. We must persist to the last in hunting down the date of Laura’s journey. The one weak point in the conspiracy, and probably the one chance of