Chapter XLVIII An Innocent Culprit

With his head bent down - as if he were facing some keen-blowing wind - and yet there was not a breath of air stirring - Mr. Gibson went swiftly to his own home. He rang at the door-bell; an unusual proceeding on his part. Maria opened the door. 'Go and tell Miss Molly she is wanted in the dining-room. Don't say who it is that wants her.' There was