? ? ? ? But Father Roubeau whisked the woman into the inner room and closed the door. 'No words!' he whispered to Wharton, as he struck a casual posture on a stool. 'Remember, for her sake,' he added.
? ? ? ? The room echoed to a rough knock at the door; the latch raised and Edwin Bentham stepped in.
? ? ? ? 'Seen anything of my wife?' he asked as soon as salutations had been exchanged.
? ? ? ? Two heads nodded negatively.
? ? ? ? 'I saw her tracks down from the cabin,' he continued tentatively, 'and they broke off, just opposite here, on the main trail.'
? ? ? ? His listeners looked bored.
? ? ? ? 'And I- I though-'
? ? ? ? 'She was here!' thundered Wharton.
? ? ? ? The priest silenced him with a look. 'Did you see her tracks leading up to this cabin, my son?' Wily Father Roubeau- he had taken good care to obliterate them as he came up the same path an hour before.
? ? ? ? 'I didn't stop to look, I-' His eyes rested suspiciously on the door to the other room, then interrogated the priest.
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