“Yes, yes—I see! But how is the proof to be obtained?”
“ Mrs. Michelson’s narrative has suggested to me two ways of trying to obtain it. One of them is to question the doctor, Mr. Dawson, who must know when he resumed his attendance at Blackwater Park after Laura left the house. The other is to make inquiries at the inn to which Sir Percival drove away by himself at night. We know that his departure followed Laura’s after the lapse of a few hours, and we may get at the date in that way. The attempt is at least worth making, and tomorrow I am determined it shall be made.”
“And suppose it fails—I look at the worst now, Walter; but I will look at the best if disappointments come to try us—suppose no one can help you at Blackwater?”
“There are two men who can help me, and shall help me in London—Sir Percival and the Count. Innocent people may well forget the date—but they are guilty, and they know it. If I fail everywhere else, I mean to force a confession out of one or both of them on my own terms.”
All the woman flushed up in Marian’s face as I spoke.
“Begin with the Count,” she whispered eagerly. “For my sake, begin with the Count.”
“We must begin, for Laura’s sake, where there is the best chance of success,” I replied.
The colour faded from her face again, and she shook her head sadly.