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So engrossed was that lady that she heard not Margaret's approach until a firm hand was laid upon her shoulder while Willie was violently wrested from her grasp, and ere she could recover from her astonishment she herself was pushed into the closet, the door of which was closed and locked against her. "Bravo, Margaret Hamilton," cried Lenora, "I'm with you now, if I never was before.
"Judging by the pressure of her hand when she bade me good-by I should say she was," answered Mrs. Carter; and Lenora continued: "Did you see old moneybags?" "Lenora, child, you must not speak so disrespectfully of Mr. Hamilton," said Mrs. Carter.
"Our country places are like gew-gaw palaces compared to this. Makes me kind of sorry," he went on regretfully, "that I didn't bring Lenora along." The Professor shook his head. "You were very wise," he said. "My brother and Lady Ashleigh have recovered from the shock of poor Lena's death in a marvellous manner, I believe, but the sight of the girl might have brought it back to them.
Quest, must have a very different outlook upon life from ordinary human beings." Quest nodded. "He generally has," he admitted. "Here comes our host, any way." A small motor-car passed the window, driven by Craig. The Professor descended. A moment or two later he entered the room. He gazed from Quest to Lenora at first in blank surprise. Then he held out his hands.
She was, it was true, tall, dark, with soft mournful voice and a great kindness of manner for every created thing, from punkah men to flowers on the trees. But she was not so well read as Lenora, at any rate in learned books. Leonora could not stand novels. But, even with all her differences, Mrs Basil did not appear to Leonora to differ so very much from herself.
Indeed, since her father's poverty had become publicly known, Lenora was convinced that duty commanded her to renounce every hope; yet she could not help feeling pleased and strengthened by the thought that Gustave still loved her, and that he, whose memory filled her heart, dreamed of her in his distant home and mourned her absence. She kept her promises to him faithfully.
The maid-servant stood on one side to let him pass. Almost at the same moment, the door of the front room opened and a pleasant-looking elderly lady appeared. "I am Mrs. Willet," she announced. "I am Mr. Quest," the criminologist told her quickly. "You may have heard your niece, Lenora, speak of me." "Then perhaps you can tell me what has become of her?" Mrs. Willet observed. "Isn't she here?"
"We very likely shan't find out a thing," Quest reminded her. "French and his lot have had a try and come to grief." "Inspector French isn't like you, Mr. Quest," Lenora ventured. Quest laughed bitterly. "Just now, at any rate, we don't seem to be any great shakes," he remarked. "However, I'm glad we're on this job. Much better to find out what has become of the fellow really, if we can."
Hamilton, who possessed a strong propensity for pulling down and building up, and who would have made an excellent carpenter, had long had an earnest desire for improving the homestead; and now that there was no one to prevent her, she went to work with a right good will, saying to Lenora, who remonstrated with her upon the impropriety of her conduct, that "she was merely carrying out dear Mr.
Suddenly the door of the dwelling opened, and two persons appeared upon the sill; one, a man advanced in life, the other, a pale and serious woman. Each carried a small package and seemed ready for travel. Lenora was dressed in a simple dark gown and bonnet, her neck covered by a small square handkerchief.
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