No, this must be his own personal affair, complicated by the
case of Cavendish. Moore must have recognised him during their fight,
and reported to his master who it was that had been discovered
listening at the window. Realising the nature of that conversation,
Lacy naturally anticipated being sought the very moment Westcott came
to town. That was what this meant. All right, he would hunt Lacy as
soon as he was ready to do so; and, as Timmons suggested, would go
"heeled."
But the girl? What had really become of the girl? There was no way of
proving she had not gone East, for there was no agent at the station at
that hour, and the night train could be halted by any one waving a
signal light. Westcott drew the brief note from his pocket, smoothed
out its creases and read the few words over again. The writing was
unquestionably feminine, and he could recall seeing nothing Miss
Donovan had ever indited, with which it could be compared. But would
she have departed, however hurriedly, without leaving him some message?
To be sure there had been little enough between them of intimacy or
understanding; nothing he could really construe into a promise--yet he
had given her complete trust, and had felt a friendly response.
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