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"
Do
you
know
what
he
expected
,
or
from
what
source
?
"
The
questioner
was
Miss
Trelawny
.
The
answer
came
at
once
:
"
No
!
I
know
nothing
of
either
.
I
can
guess
...
"
He
stopped
suddenly
.
"
Guess
what
?
"
The
suppressed
excitement
in
the
girl
's
voice
was
akin
to
anguish
.
The
steely
look
came
over
the
swarthy
face
again
;
but
there
was
tenderness
and
courtesy
in
both
voice
and
manner
as
he
replied
:
"
Believe
me
,
I
would
do
anything
I
honestly
could
to
relieve
you
anxiety
.
But
in
this
I
have
a
higher
duty
.
"
"
What
duty
?
"
"
Silence
!
"
As
he
spoke
the
word
,
the
strong
mouth
closed
like
a
steel
trap
.
We
all
remained
silent
for
a
few
minutes
.
In
the
intensity
of
our
thinking
,
the
silence
became
a
positive
thing
;
the
small
sounds
of
life
within
and
without
the
house
seemed
intrusive
.
The
first
to
break
it
was
Miss
Trelawny
.
I
had
seen
an
idea
--
a
hope
--
flash
in
her
eyes
;
but
she
steadied
herself
before
speaking
:
"
What
was
the
urgent
subject
on
which
you
wanted
to
see
me
,
knowing
that
my
Father
was
--
not
available
?
"
The
pause
showed
her
mastery
of
her
thoughts
.
The
instantaneous
change
in
Mr.
Corbeck
was
almost
ludicrous
.
His
start
of
surprise
,
coming
close
upon
his
iron-clad
impassiveness
,
was
like
a
pantomimic
change
.
But
all
idea
of
comedy
was
swept
away
by
the
tragic
earnestness
with
which
he
remembered
his
original
purpose
.
