The gardener was standing
there, and regarded us with eyes which seemed to me distinctly
unfriendly. He made no sign of recognition, and, the moment we were
outside, he closed the gates and locked them carefully, as though
obeying precise instructions.
"So," said Godfrey, in a low tone, as we went on together, "the lock
has been repaired. I wonder who ordered that done?"
"Miss Vaughan, no doubt," I answered. "She wouldn't want those gates
gaping open."
"Perhaps not," Godfrey assented; "but would she want the barrier
intact? Remember, Lester, it's as much a barrier from one side as from
the other."
"Well, she won't be inside it much longer," I assured him. "I'm going
to get her out this afternoon."
The words were uttered with a confidence I was far from feeling, and I
rather expected Godfrey to challenge it, but he walked on without
replying, his head bent in thought, and did not again speak of Miss
Vaughan or her affairs.
He drove into the city shortly after lunch, and it was about the
middle of the afternoon when I presented myself again at the gates of
Elmhurst and rang the bell. I waited five minutes and rang again.
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