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But the old story, you know!" "Don't you sleep here?" the woman persisted, though her husband was looking at her rather uneasily. "Up to now I have," said Beaumaroy. "But there's nothing to keep me here now, and Mr. Naylor has kindly offered to put me up as long as I stay at Inkston." "Going to leave the place with nobody in it?" Beaumaroy's manner indicated surprise. "Oh, yes!
Doctor Mary joined him and the Captain on the path. Beaumaroy's smile gave way to a look of expectant interest. He wondered what she was going to say to Captain Alec. There was so much that she might say, or just conceivably leave unsaid. She spoke calmly and quietly. "It's you, Captain Alec! I thought so! Cynthia got anxious? I'm all right. I suppose Mr. Beaumaroy has told you? Poor Mr.
What you've got out of this business I don't know. You can keep it and I'll give you a parting present myself as well." "I knows a thing or two " the Sergeant began, but he saw a look that he had seen only once or twice before on Beaumaroy's face; on each occasion it had been followed by the death of the enemy whose act had elicited it. "Oh, try that game, just try it!" Beaumaroy muttered.
A fire blazed on the hearth, and Beaumaroy sank into a "saddle-bag" armchair beside it, with a sigh of comfort. The Sergeant had jerked his head towards another door, on the right of the fireplace; it led to the Tower. Beaumaroy's eyes settled on it. "An hour or more, has he? Have you heard anything?" "He was making a speech a little while back, that's all."
"Well, that, if you ask me, does look a bit queer. Sort of fits in with Alec's theory." Mary's discretion gave way a little. "Or with Mr. Beaumaroy's? Which is that I'm a fool, I think." "And that Irechester isn't?" His eyes twinkled in good-humored malice. "Talking of what this and that person thinks of himself and of others, Irechester thinks himself something of an alienist."
Beaumaroy's air was suddenly confident, almost braggart. Mr. Saffron nodded approvingly. "But, anyhow, I can't very well start till favorable news comes from " "Hush!" There was a knock on the door. "Mrs. Wiles, to lay the table, I suppose." "Yes! Come in!" He added hastily to Beaumaroy, in an undertone. "Yes, we must wait for that." Mrs. Wiles entered as he spoke.
As Mary brought her car to a stand at the gate of the little front garden of Tower Cottage, she saw, through the mist, Beaumaroy's corrugated face; he was standing in the doorway, and the light in the passage revealed it.
On comparing notes she discovered that, like herself, he had come on Beaumaroy's urgent invitation and, moreover, that he was engaged also to come on afterwards to Tower Cottage, where Beaumaroy was to entertain the chief mourners at a mid-day repast. "Glad enough to show my respect to a neighbor," said old Naylor. "And I always liked the old man's looks.
A light shone in the parlor window; the Tower was dark and still. Mary turned her face to Beaumaroy's with a sudden smile of scornful gladness. "Aye, aye, you're right!" His smile answered hers. "Poor devils! I'm sorry; for them, upon my soul I am!" "That really is just like you!" she exclaimed in mirthful exasperation. "Sorry for the Radbolts now, are you?"
Beaumaroy's own cordiality was more than reciprocated. It seemed impossible to doubt that a genuine affection existed between the elder and the younger man, though the latter had not thought fit to mention the fact to Sergeant Hooper. "A tiring day, my dear Hector, very tiring. I've transacted a lot of business. But never mind that, it will keep. What of your doings?"
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