"Mr. Dill is asking to see you, sir."

Mr. Carlyle rose, and came back with an open note in his hand.

"I am sorry to find that I must leave you for half an hour; some
important business has arisen, but I will be back as soon as I can."

"Who has sent for you;" immediately demanded Miss Corny.

He gave her a quiet look which she interpreted into a warning not to
question. "Mr. Dill is here, and will join you to talk the affair over,"
he said to his guests. "He knows the law better than I do; but I will
not be long."

He quitted his house, and walked with a rapid step toward the Grove. The
moon was bright as on the previous evening. After he had left the town
behind him, and was passing the scattered villas already mentioned, he
cast an involuntary glance at the wood, which rose behind them on his
left hand. It was called Abbey Wood, from the circumstance that in
old days an abbey had stood in its vicinity, all traces of which, save
tradition, had passed away. There was one small house, or cottage, just
within the wood, and in that cottage had occurred the murder for which
Richard Hare's life was in jeopardy. It was no longer occupied, for
nobody would rent it or live in it.

Mr. Carlyle opened the gate of the Grove, and glanced at the trees on
either side of him, but he neither saw nor heard any signs of Richard's
being concealed there. Barbara was at the window, looking out, and she
came herself and opened the door to Mr. Carlyle.