"Yes.
They have been friends for a long time."
"Humph! and Princess Olga's mother comes from Jamaica, where Anne was born," said Mrs. Parry. "Queer. There is some sort of a connection."
"You are too suspicious, Mrs. Parry."
"All the better.
But I can see through a stone wall.
Believe me, Ware, that if there isn't some connection between those two, I am a Dutchwoman.
However, Anne got into the carriage and it drove away."
Giles caught up his hat.
"To London," he cried jubilantly. "I know where Anne is to be found now."
And to Mrs. Parry's dismay, he rushed out. _____
CHAPTER XX
MANY A SLIP 'TWIXT CUP AND LIP
But Giles was not destined to go to London as quickly as he thought.
He rushed out of Mrs. Parry's cottage, leaving that good lady in a state of frenzied curiosity, and walked rapidly through the village on the road to his own house.
On the way he dropped into "The Merry Dancer" to look at an "A B C."
Morris, still swelling with importance over his illustrious guests, although these had now left, conducted him into the deserted salon and gave him the guide.
While Giles was looking up the first train, Morley, hot and dusty and short of breath, rushed into the room.
"Upon my word, Ware, I think you must be deaf," he said, wiping his perspiring forehead. "I've been running and calling after you for the last five minutes."
"I was buried in my own thoughts," replied Ware, turning the pages of the guide rapidly, "wait a bit."
"I see you are going to London, Ware.
What's up?"
By this time Giles noted the earliest train he could catch from Barnham Station, and found he had over an hour to spare.
He was not averse to spending a portion of it in Morley's company, for he had much to tell him of what had happened.
And the advice of the ex-detective was certain to be good.
"I am following Anne," he said.
"Miss Denham." Morley stared. "Then you know——"
"Yes, I know; I met her last night by accident.
And you have known all the time."
"Indeed, I know nothing," said the little man. "I was about to say that you know where she is?"
"Franklin did not tell you that she was with him, then?"
"Miss Denham—with Franklin—at the Priory?" Morley looked stupefied.
"She has been there all the time.
I remember now.
Franklin did not tell you, because he knew that you would give her up to the police."
"He told me nothing," said Morley slowly, "and if he had I should certainly have given her up to the police.
Does he think her innocent?"
Giles shook his head gloomily.
"He did, but circumstances have happened which have led him to change his opinion.
He believes now that she is guilty.
But he would never have told you."
"Well, I suppose that is natural.
After all she is his niece, and although he hates his brother Walter, he must have some love for Anne, or he would scarcely have taken her in.
So she has gone away. Can you tell me where she is to be found?"
"Is it likely that I should?"
Morley laughed in his cheery manner.
"No," he replied bluntly, "for I know she has gone to London, and that you are following her."
"Quite so.
But London is a large place.
You will not find her."