Then Godfrey joined Sir Vivian and, as had been arranged, they drove off to the Hall together. The moon was rising above the hill as they went through the park, and as Godfrey looked on the peaceful scene around him and thought of the terrible suspicion that was growing in people’s minds concerning himself his heart sank within him. If only little Teresina could speak, how easily she could clear up all the dark charges against him! She was dead, however, brutally murdered, and he, the only man who had ever befriended her, was suspected of having caused her death. “Keep up a stout heart, my lad,” said Sir Vivian, as they alighted from the carriage and ascended the steps. “Think of the ladies, and don’t make them any more unhappy than you can help.” The door was opened by the ancient butler who had served his uncle before him, and Godfrey entered his home, but how different a man from the young fellow who had left it that morning! “The ladies are in the drawing-room, sir,” said the servant, when he had relieved them of their hats and coats. They accordingly proceeded thither, one of them at least with a sinking heart. “We have just been wondering when we should see you,” said Kitty. There was a look of anxiety on Molly’s face as she came forward to meet her lover. She placed her hand in his, and they sat down together. “Well, my dear boy,” said Mrs. Henderson, “what have you to tell us? What was the result?” There was no need for her to say to what she referred. Their minds had been too much occupied with it that day to leave room for any uncertainty upon the point. “Nothing is decided yet,” said Sir Vivian, who took upon himself the part of spokesman. “The inquiry is adjourned until Wednesday.” “That means that you will have to go up again,” said Molly. “Why couldn’t they settle it at once?” Godfrey knew, but he dared not tell her the reason. “They are searching for more evidence, I fancy,” said Sir Vivian. “You must remember that the matter is, at present, shrouded in the greatest mystery. Until that can be cleared up, nothing can be done.” “And Mr. Fensden, where did you leave him?” asked Mrs. Henderson. “We parted outside the Court,” said Godfrey. “I have no idea where he is staying to-night.” Though he tried to speak unconcernedly, Molly felt certain in her own mind that there had been trouble between the two men. She said nothing to him about it, however. She knew that he would tell her in good time. That night, when Sir Vivian’s carriage was announced, Godfrey accompanied him to the front door. Before leaving, the old gentleman took him on one side out of earshot of the servants. “Keep up your spirits, my dear lad,” he said, as he had done so many times before. “Remember that you have many friends and that I am not the least of them. Should anything occur, send for me at once, and I will be with you as fast as horses can bring me. In the meantime do not alarm the ladies more than you can help.”