CHAPTER XII

LORD LUMLEY'S CONFESSION "Mother, don't you think that Miss Briscoe is a very strange girl?" Lady St. Maurice looked up from her work quickly. Nine o'clock was just striking, and her son only a moment before had replaced his watch in his pocket with an impatient little gesture. "Yes, I do think so," she answered quietly. "I think her very strange indeed. Why do you ask me?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, I don't know exactly. It seems odd that she should want to spend all her evenings alone, and that she shoul…