"Safely?" he asked.
"I'll defy the police to find 'em, anyway," replied Addie with a quick
response of lip and eye. "I don't do things by halves. I say--they're
gone! But--I'm here. Come, now--I've made a clean breast of it all. The
thing's over and done with. There's nothing to prevent Miss Greyle there
coming into her rights--I can prove 'em--my father can prove them. So--is
it any use doing what that old gentleman's just worrying to do? You can
all see what he wants--he's dying to hand me over to the police."
Sir Cresswell Oliver rose, glanced at Audrey and her mother, received
some telepathic communication from them, and assumed his old
quarter-deck manner.
"Not tonight, I think, Petherton," he said authoritatively.
"No--certainly not tonight!"
* * * * *
Some months later, when Audrey Greyle had come into possession of
Scarhaven, and had married Copplestone in the little church behind her
mother's cottage, she and her husband, to satisfy a mutual and
long-cherished desire, visited a certain romantic and retired part of the
country. And in the course of their wanderings they came across a very
pretty village, and in it a charmingly situated retreat, which looked so
attractive from the road along which they were walking that they halted
and peered at it through its trimly-kept boundary hedge.
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