"When shall I come to hear the result?"
"In ten days from this time, sir."
"In ten days? So be it."
And rising, Mohun bade the singular personage farewell, and went toward
his horse.
I followed, and we rode back, rapidly, in dead silence, toward the
Rowanty.
XII.
HOW THE MOMENT AT LAST CAME.
Mohun rode on for more than a mile at full gallop, without uttering a
word. Then he turned his head, and said, with a sigh:--
"Well, what do you think of your new acquaintance, Surry?"
"I think she is an impostor."
"As to her visions, you mean?"
"Yes. Her story of Darke I believe to be true."
"And I know it," returned Mohun. "A strange discovery, is it not? I
went there to-day, without dreaming of this. Nighthawk informed me that
Swartz had often been at the house of this woman--that the paper which
I wish to secure might have been left with her for safe keeping--and
thus I determined to go and ferret out the matter, in a personal
interview. I have done so, pretty thoroughly, and it seems plain that
she knows nothing of its present whereabouts. Will she discover through
her visions--her spies--or her strange penetration, exhibited in the
recognition of our persons? I know not; and so that matter ends. I have
failed, and yet have learned some singular facts.
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