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Alec promised, and set off with a light heart. Beauchamp was at none of the classes. And the blinds of Kate's windows were still drawn down. For a whole week he came home as early as possible and spent the rest of the day with Mr Cupples. But many dreary hours passed over them both.
Cupples before he could rise, and seizing his outstretched hand in a hard grip. "My luck is serving me to-day," the newcomer went on spasmodically. "This is the second slice within an hour. How are you, my best of friends? And why are you here? Why sit'st thou by that ruined breakfast? Dost thou its former pride recall, or ponder how it passed away? I am glad to see you!"
Manderson's house in Hampstead; he could not enter it, and the thought of the possibility of being seen by her lurking in its neighborhood brought the blood to his face. He stayed at a hotel, took a studio, and while he awaited Mr. Cupples' return attempted vainly to lose himself in work. At the end of a week he had an idea that he acted upon with eager precipitancy.
Mr Cupples had a proclivity to garrets. He could not be comfortable if any person was over his head. He could breathe, he said, when he got next to the stars. For the rats he cared nothing, and slept as if the garret were a cellar in heaven. It had been a sore trial of his manhood to keep his vow after he knew that Alec was safe in the haven of a sick-bed.
"I'm used to bein' mista'en'," answered Cupples simply, perceiving that he had got hold of a character. "Mak nae apologies, I beg ye, but answer my queston." "Weel, sir, to tell the trowth, seein' ye're a gentleman, we hae a room oorsels. But it's a garret-room, and maybe�-" "Then I'll hae't, whatever it be, gin ye dinna want ower muckle for't."
Mr Cupples opened his eyes wide, and stared at Alec, who saw that he had made a blunder. "I'll hae nae jaw frae you, younker," said he slowly. "Gin ye be sae ill at ease 'at ye maun tak' leeberties for the sake o' bein' facetious, ye can jist gang doon the stair wi' a quaiet sough." "I beg your pardon, Mr Cupples," said Alec earnestly, for he was vexed with himself.
"You were planning to go to White Gables before the inquest, I think," remarked Trent to Mr. Cupples as they finished their breakfast. "You ought to be off, if you are to get back to the court in time. I have something to attend to there myself, so we might walk up together. I will just go and get my camera." "By all means," Mr.
"Mind her!" answered Mr Cupples; "she's a verra fine woman; and she may say what she likes to me. I cud see in her een haill coal-pits o' affection. She wad dee for ye, afore ye cud say-�'Dinna, mither." Next day they went to call on Professor Fraser. He received them kindly, and thanked Mrs Forbes for her attentions to his niece. But he seemed oppressed and troubled.
'I really am not, said Mr Cupples seriously, as Trent returned the fallen powder to the bottle. 'I assure you it is all a complete mystery to me. What did I do then? 'I brush the powdered part of the bowl lightly with this camel-hair brush. Now look at it again. You saw nothing odd about it before. Do you see anything now? Mr Cupples peered again. 'How curious! he said.
Rather than that I should lose myself in barren speculations about this, you decided to tell me exactly how matters stood, and incidentally to impress upon me, who know how excellent your judgement is, your opinion of your niece. Is that about right? 'It is perfectly right. Listen to me, my dear fellow, said Mr. Cupples earnestly, laying his hand on the other's arm. 'I am going to be very frank.
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