6. FIVE TO EIGHT O'CLOCK P.M.Now that he was fairly on the track, and had begun to cool down,
Edward remembered that he had nothing to show—no legal authority
whatever to question Manston or interfere between him and Cytherea
as husband and wife. He now saw the wisdom of the rector in
obtaining a signed confession from the porter. The document would
not be a death-bed confession—perhaps not worth anything
legally—but it would be held by Owen; and he alone, as Cytherea's
natural guardian, could separate them on the mere ground of an
unproved probability, or what might perhaps be called the
hallucination of an i***t. Edward himself, however, was as firmly
convinced as the rector had been of the truth of the man's story,
and paced backward and forward the solitary compartment as th
