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"I'm going, anyway," he said, taking out some notes and gold and laying them down. "There has been a smart shower and you had better remember that Miss Leslie walked over the roads will be wet. As you know, I promised to take the girls back in Nasmyth's trap, and he won't thank me if I keep his groom up." Crestwick grumbled and hesitated, and he grew rather red in face as he turned to Batley.
I didn't know whether it was Gladwyne or Lisle; but I held on and a side-swing of the current brought us both ashore. Gladwyne, of course, must have gone under after being badly damaged among the rocks." "There's only one place where he could have landed and I searched it while you were away," Crestwick said gravely. "Why did you go in after him?" Nasmyth asked Batley.
He was busy for some time, and in the meanwhile Batley picked up the flask he had laid down and handed it to Gladwyne. "Take a good drink and pull yourself together," he said quietly. At length Lisle was gently lifted on to the stretcher, and as they carried him away the report of a gun ran out. The onlookers dispersed and Gladwyne was walking home alone when Millicent overtook him.
Marple raised his hands in expostulation. He liked Lisle, and Gladwyne was a distinguished guest. Batley seemed to find his confusion amusing. "I think the only thing we can do is to let the matter drop," he suggested. "These fellows from the wilds are primitive one can't expect too much. The correct feeling or delicacy of expression we'd look for among ourselves is hardly in their line."
As it's an outside event of no importance, I haven't fixed on my man yet." They walked back toward the starting-point, where Gladwyne was waiting, with Batley and Crestwick in attendance. As they approached it, Millicent joined them. "Are you going to ride to-day?" she asked Lisle. "Nasmyth insists," was the answer. "I'm afraid I won't do him much credit." Gladwyne looked up with a slight frown.
The man had made no further attempt upon Crestwick, and Gladwyne decided that until he did so there was no need for him to interfere. Still, as the next few weeks passed, he was conscious of a growing dread of the Canadian which, as sometimes happens, became tinged with hatred. Lisle was the more serious menace, and it was ominous that he now and then exchanged a word or two with Batley.
So far as I know, no respectable bank or finance broker would handle that kind of business." "But if the boy died before he succeeded to the property?" "Batley could cover the risk by making Crestwick take out an insurance policy in his favor." Lisle's face grew stern, and Nasmyth lay smoking in silence for a while. Then he broke out again: "It's intolerable!
Though Gladwyne saw that she was but lightly moved, he was content, and some time had passed when they went slowly back together to the camp. Miss Hume was the first to notice them and when Millicent smiled she went hastily forward and kissed her. Then Bella joined them and Batley offered his good wishes in fitting terms. When Lisle and Nasmyth came up, a word from Bella was sufficient for them.
"I'm thinking of taking shares in it," Crestwick informed him. "Well," said Lisle, "that wouldn't be wise." Gladwyne leaned farther back in his seat, as if to disassociate himself from the discussion, which was what the Canadian had expected from him; but Batley, who was of more resolute fiber, showed fight. His appearance became aggressive, his face hardened, and there was a snap in his eyes.
Lisle, glancing at Gladwyne, noticed his slight frown, but one of the two young men lounging by the second table watching the game hummed the refrain with an appreciative smile upon his heavy and somewhat fatuous face. "They'll take half an hour to get ready," declared Batley. "Better play out this round, anyhow."
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