I bowed and she bowed. She was dressed in black; her white hair was neatly arranged beneath a cap; but her face, like her brother’s, was pale and lined with thought and care. She seemed greatly agitated and suffering from nervous tremor and I was sure that she regarded me with mixed feelings of anxiety and fear. I watched her narrowly, and saw her exchange looks with her brother.
“Did you wish to speak to me?” asked her brother, apparently with the object of cutting short the interview.
“Yes,” came the answer in low tones; and, asking me to excuse him for a few minutes, Mr. Trelawney and his sister went out of the room. In about ten minutes he returned, and he too seemed agitated.
“When my sister entered,” he began as he resumed his seat, “I was about to tell you that the discovery of d
