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Folliot, at any rate, had not bound her to secrecy. "Mr. Folliot," she replied. "He called me into his garden, to give me those roses, and he mentioned that Mrs. Deramore had said these things to Mrs. Folliot, and as he seemed to think it highly probable that Mrs. Folliot would repeat them, he told me because he didn't want you to think that the rumour had originally arisen at his house."
But I'll tell you why I mentioned it to you," he continued, nudging Mary's elbow and glancing covertly first at her and then at his house on the far side of the garden. "Ladies that are getting on a bit in years, you know like my wife, are apt to let their tongues wag, and between you and me, I shouldn't wonder if Mrs. Folliot has repeated what Mrs. Deramore said eh?
"In my opinion our Coroner a worthy man otherwise is not sufficiently particular. I said to Mr. Folliot this morning, on reading the newspaper, that in my view that inquest should have been adjourned for further particulars. Now I know of one particular that was never mentioned at the inquest!" "Oh?" said Bryce. "And what?" "Mrs. Deramore, who lives, as you know, next to Dr.
Ransford," replied Mrs. Folliot, "told me this morning that on the morning of the accident, happening to look out of one of her upper windows, she saw a man whom, from the description given in the newspapers, was, Mrs. Deramore feels assured, was the mysterious stranger, crossing the Close towards the Cathedral in, Mrs. Deramore is positive, a dead straight line from Dr.
Deramore," replied Dick promptly. "She says she saw him go away from the house and across the Close, a little before ten. So Jim Deramore says, anyway and he says his mother's eyes are as good as another's." "Doubtless!" assented Ransford. He looked at Mary again, and saw that she was keeping hers fixed on her plate.
She saw him go away and cross the Close." "Did she tell you that?" demanded Mary, who knew Mrs. Deramore for a gossip. "Between ourselves," said Bryce, "she did not! She told Mrs. Folliot Mrs. Folliot told me." "So it is talked about!" exclaimed Mary. "I said so," assented Bryce. "You know what Mrs. Folliot's tongue is." "Then Dr. Ransford will get to hear of it," said Mary.
Deramore has been saying some things or a thing which to put it plainly might make some unpleasantness for him?" Mary kept a firm hand on her wits and gave him an answer which was true enough, so far as she was aware. "I'm sure he knows nothing," she said. "What is it, Mr. Folliot?" "Why, you know what happened last week," continued Folliot, glancing knowingly at her.
Ransford's garden as if he had been there. Dr. Bryce! a direct question should have been asked of Dr. Ransford had he ever seen that man before?" "Ah, but you see, Mrs. Folliot, the Coroner didn't know what Mrs. Deramore saw, so he couldn't ask such a question, nor could any one else," remarked Bryce, who was wondering how long Mrs.
"The accident to that stranger. This Mrs. Deramore, who's nothing but an old chatterer, has been saying, here and there, that it's a very queer thing Dr. Ransford doesn't know anything about him, and can't say anything, for she herself, she says, saw the very man going away from Dr. Ransford's house not so long before the accident." "I am not aware that he ever called at Dr.
"A novel of quiet but distinct force and of marked refinement in manner. The few characters in 'Keith Deramore' are clearly and delicately drawn, and the slight plot is well sustained." "The author of 'Miss Molly' shall have her reward in the reception of 'Keith Deramore. If it is not popular there is no value in prophecy."
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