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Gilbert walked slowly back to Marston, hoping that Winifred was suffering from nothing worse than a bad attack of "nerves." At the same time, her description of the visitor savoured strongly of a warder in plain clothes. And why had they not taken the proper path back to the road again? The visit to the cottage might only have been a kind of routine inspection of the district; but, on the other hand, it was more than possible that Beard's suspicions had been aroused, and he had dropped a line to the authorities, suggesting a visit to Anna's cottage.
When Gilbert reached Marston's cottage, he found the Virginians still there. If they had come on an hostile errand, there was no evidence to show it now, for the three men were smoking cigarettes amicably. A litter of papers covered the table.