A hideous
expression crossed his face as he realized the idea that he had got her
(unprotected by her husband) in his house. "When Launcelot Linzie _does_
come to claim her," he said to himself, "he shall find I have been even
with him." He looked at his watch. Was it possible to save the last
train and get back that night? No--the last train had gone. Would she
take advantage of his absence to escape? He had little fear of it. She
would never have allowed her aunt to send him to Lord Winwood's house,
if she had felt the slightest suspicion of his discovering the truth in
that quarter. Returning by the first train the next morning, he might
feel sure of getting back in time. Meanwhile he had the hours of the
night before him. He could give his mind to the serious question that
must be settled before he left London--the question of repaying the
forty thousand pounds. There was but one way of getting the money now.
Sir Joseph had executed his Will; Sir Joseph's death would leave his
sole executor and trustee (the lawyer had said it!) master of his
fortune.
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