There were no signs of the mare having been out when I got home." As this was about noon the next day, his opinion on this point could not be said to count for much.
As for myself, I felt inclined to believe that the mare had been out, that one or both of the women had harnessed him and that it was by these means they had reached The Whispering Pines.

The night was too cold, a storm too imminent, for them to have contemplated so long a walk on a road so remote as that leading to the club-house.

Arthur was athletic but Adelaide was far from strong and never addicted to walking under the most favourable conditions.

Of all the mysteries surrounding her dead presence in the club-house, the one which from the first had struck me as the most inexplicable was the manner of her reaching there.

Now I could understand both that fact and how Carmel had succeeded in returning in safety to her home.