"Suspicion
pointed to this man; and you--you know something of that?"
"I will not speak of that now," replied Honoria. "I have said enough.
The day may come when I may speak more freely; but it has not yet
arrived. Trust me that I will not impede the course of justice where
this man is concerned. And now tell me, does my revelation afford one
ray of light which may help to dispel the darkness that surrounds my
Gertrude's fate?"
"No, I cannot say it does. I cannot find out anything to indicate that
she has been taken far away. I am sure she is in England, and that one
of Milsom's pals, a man named Wayman--"
Lady Eversleigh started, and exclaimed, "I know him! I know him! Go on!
go on!"
Larkspur directed a glance of keen and eager curiosity towards Lady
Eversleigh. "You know Wayman?" he said.
"Well, well," she repeated. "I know him to be an unscrupulous ruffian.
If he knows where my child is, he will sell the secret for money, and
we will give him money--any sum; do you think I shall count the cost of
her safety?"
"No, no," said Andrew Larkspur, "but you must not get so excited; keep
quiet--tell me all you know of Wayman, and then we shall see our way."
At this point of the conversation Jane Payland knocked at the door of
her mistress's sitting-room, and the interview between Honoria and the
police-officer was interrupted.
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