Yet not from all, either, for Hugh McNeil watched him with frowning brows,
and he scowled darkly as he observed Dexie and the lieutenant in close
conversation in a corner by themselves.
When Hugh met the lieutenant in the hall on his way out, he did not
hesitate to put the question that had been troubling him all day:
"You seem to have met Miss Sherwood before, Lieutenant Wilbur. May I ask
where?"
The lieutenant looked at him steadily for a moment before replying:
"I am not at liberty to tell you that, at present, Mr. McNeil, for that is
Miss Sherwood's secret, not mine. She tells me that she will be leaving
Halifax in a few days; if you will call on me at this address, one week
after she has gone," and he handed Hugh his card, "I will be at liberty to
place in your hands a _souvenir_ which Miss Sherwood leaves in my care for
you. Until that time, I wish you good evening;" and, lifting his hat, the
lieutenant departed, leaving Hugh much puzzled over his words.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
The last day in Halifax--Dexie never forgot it. It was engraved so
indelibly on her memory that time had no power to obliterate it.
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