"This afternoon we were like pals.... What have I done to offend you?" 穿而 She had a wild hope that he might be driven back to her. When the house had been searched they had found the open cellar door, and in the morning Delehanty had sent a man to shut the doors and screw them down. Before she went to bed Pen took lantern and screw driver and satisfying herself that she was not watched at the moment, knelt behind the bushes and opened the doors. She also left the way open for Don to return to her room by the route that he knew of. "Stretch out," she whispered. "I will sit on the stool beside you where I can look at you. I love so to look at you!" Pen carried her supper into the dining-room. She sat, abstractedly stirring her cup, and munching a sandwich, while the same phrase ran around and around in her head. "Got to have five hundred, a thousand would be better!" Blanche might almost as well have asked her for a million, she thought sighing. Bye and bye Pendleton having finished his chores, came in again.
"You've got to trust me," said Pen earnestly, "or we've had all our trouble for nothing." 碎的 Danner prompted: "He was in the drawing-room." She nodded despairingly.
很慢 She spent several hours searching the banks of the little stream that meandered through the woods to the east of the fields. That was where she had sent him to make his camp that night. She found the site of his camp, but no evidences that he had revisited it. There were plenty of tracks in the mud of the stream, for the searchers had passed and re-passed this way, but no voice answered her soft calls. "Twelve! How could that be? You have been studying this case for weeks. In what manner were new witnesses brought to you at this late date?"
"I had to tell him what was in the newspaper." 得有 ”
"Then you're satisfied that I was right, aren't you?" asked Pen. 也是 "How do you reconcile that with your conscience?"”