Chapter 11

Not a word more was said on either side as we walked back to the house.

Miss Halcombe hastened immediately to her sister's room, and I withdrew to my studio

to set in order all of Mr. Fairly's drawings that I had not yet mounted and restored before

I resigned them to the care of other hands.

Thoughts that I'd hitherto restrained thoughts that made my position harder than ever to

endure crowded on me now that I was alone.

She was engaged to be married, and her future husband was Sir Percival Glide, a man of

the rank of Baronette, and the owner of Property and Hampshire.

There were hundreds of Baronettes in England and dozens of landowners in Hampshire.

Judging by the ordinary rules of evidence, I had not the shadow of a reason thus far

for connecting Sir Percival Glide with the suspicious words of inquiry that had been

spoken to me by the woman in white.

And yet I did connect him with them.

Was it because he had now become associated in my mind with Miss Fairly, Miss Fairly

being in her turn, associated with Anne Catholic, since the night when I discovered the ominous

likeness between them?

I had the events of the morning, so unnerved me already, that I was at the mercy of any

delusion which common chances and common coincidences might suggest my imagination.

Impossible to say, I could only feel that what had passed between Miss Halkum and myself

on our way from the summer house had affected me very strangely.

The foreboding of some undiscoverable danger lying hid from us all in the darkness of the

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