Helpless herself, to
whom could Mrs. Milroy commit the difficult and dangerous task
of investigation? The nurse, even if she was to be trusted, could
not be spared at a day's notice, and could not be sent away
without the risk of exciting remark. Was there any other
competent and reliable person to employ, either at Thorpe Ambrose
or in London? Mrs. Milroy turned from side to side of the bed,
searching every corner of her mind for the needful discovery, And
searching in vain. "Oh, if I could only lay my hand on some man I
could trust!" she thought, despairingly. "If I only knew where to
look for somebody to help me!"
As the idea passed through her mind, the sound of her daughter's
voice startled her from the other side of the door.
"May I come in?" asked Neelie.
"What do you want?" returned Mrs. Milroy, impatiently.
"I have brought up your breakfast, mamma."
"My breakfast?" repeated Mrs. Milroy, in surprise. "Why doesn't
Rachel bring it up as usual?" She considered a moment, and then
called out, sharply, "Come in!"
CHAPTER II.
THE MAN IS FOUND.
Neelie entered the room, carrying the tray with the tea, the dry
toast, and the pat of butter which composed the invalid's
invariable breakfast.
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