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Out of the big ride he went into one of the narrower cuts, and followed it until he came to the woodside boundary of the Barradine Orphanage. This was where Mavis had stood looking at it years ago, when the building was in course of construction. The wooden fence that she had thought so stiff and ugly then was all weak and old, green and moss-covered, completely broken down in many places.
The young man went out, leaving the door open; and Dale saw that the secretary had risen and brought another chair to the table. Then footsteps sounded in the corridor, and Sir John and the Colonel smilingly turned their eyes toward the open doorway. Dale, turning his eyes in the same direction, started violently. The newcomer was Mr. Barradine.
Allen sagely observed, such conjectures were at present idle. These and all other matters would be cleared up at the inquest. "Oh, dear!" said Miss Waddy. "Will there have to be an inquest?" "Certainly there will," said Mr. Allen. "Yes, that's the law always," said somebody else. "Surely not," said Miss Waddy, "in the case of such a well-known gentleman as Mr. Barradine."
"It do seem a pity he ben't a young orphan female instead of a wore-out old man, for then he cud move on into Barradine Home and be fed on the best for naught." The cottage and other cottages about Otterford Mill, although close to the Abbey estate, did not belong to it. They were the property of various small owners, and Bates' landlord, as Dale knew, was a tradesman at Old Manninglea.
"Do you mean to murder me?" "Prob'ly. But not till I've 'ad the truth and I'll 'aarve it to the last word, if I tear it out o' yer boosum." "You'll kill me if I tell you." "See that winder! That's yer road head first if you try to lie to me." Then she told him the whole sickening story of her relations with Mr. Barradine.
My self-control will be exhausted, and I shall certainly do something fullish." But Mr. Barradine went home that Saturday. Between ten and eleven in the morning the brougham stood at the door, a four-wheeled cab was fetched and loaded with luggage, and the two vehicles drove off round the corner southward on their way to Waterloo.
He knew himself that if Mr. Barradine had died otherwise than by his blows, he would have felt quite differently toward Mavis. He would have felt then "The swine has escaped me. We are not quits. That dirty turn is not paid for." He would have continued to smart under the affront to his pride as a man, and association with Mavis would have still been impossible.
Of course, his horse might have shied from the ride and taken him there before he could recover control of it; or, as perhaps was more probable, Mr. Barradine might have ridden from the safe and open track in order quietly to examine what was called the main earth, and, if fortunate, gratify himself with a glimpse of two or three lusty fox cubs playing outside the burrows. However, as Mr.
Barradine knowing me so long, ever since I was a girl, if I went direct to him " "Ah!" And he made a loud guttural noise, as if on the point of choking. "Ah so's I supposed. Then I got a bull's-eye with my first thought to-night. So you went to him. Where?" "At his house." "Yes, right into his house. By yourself?" "Yes." "You didn't think to bring your aunt with you. Two was to be comp'ny at Mr.
Barradine, "a man of unblemished reputation, who, acting obviously from conscientious motives, has in the exercise of his judgment done so and so. Now, admitting for the sake of argument, that he has done wrong, are you to punish him for an error of judgment? We do not, however, admit that it was an error."... Dale looked dogged and stern.
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