She
is the wife of the rector of St. Columb Major--a large church, far from
this--at the East End of London."
"I know nothing about the woman or the church," interposed Turlington,
sternly.
"I must beg you to wait a little. I can't tell you what I want to tell
you unless I refer to the rector's wife. She knows Lady Winwood by
name. And she heard of Lady Winwood recently under very strange
circumstances--circumstances connected with a signature in one of the
books of the church."
Turlington lost his self-control. "You have got something against my
Natalie," he burst out; "I know it by your whispering, I see it in your
looks! Say it at once in plain words."
There was no trifling with him now. In plain words Amelia said it.
* * * * * * * * *
There was silence in the room. They could hear the sound of passing
footsteps in the street. He stood perfectly still on the spot where they
had struck him dumb by the disclosure, supporting himself with his
right hand laid on the head of a sofa near him. The sisters drew back
horror-struck into the furthest corner of the room.
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