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And the finer mind belonged to the finer soldier; that she knew, for Gertie had told her General Punnit's story, and, however much she might discount it as the tale of an elderly martinet, yet it stood for something, for something that could never be attributed to Alec Naylor. And yet, for her mind traveled back to her earlier talk by the tennis court, Beaumaroy had a conscience, had feelings.
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.
Do you say it's it's supposed to be there?" she asked eagerly, with a shake in her voice. Her husband interposed in a suave and sanctimonious voice: "My dear, if Mr. Beaumaroy and the other gentleman won't mind my saying so, I've been feeling that these are rather light and frivolous topics for the day, and the occasion which brings us here.
"Never mind that; but I fancied he stared at Mr. Saffron's. And I've read somewhere, in some book or other, that doctors can tell, or guess, by the eyes. Well, that's only an idea. How does a lady doctor appeal to you, Sergeant?" "I should be shy," said the Sergeant, grinning. "Vulgar! vulgar!" Beaumaroy murmured. "That Dr. Mary Arkroyd?" "I had thought of her." "She ought to be fair easy to kid.
Must have books, living so much alone as we do!" He had risen as he spoke, and approached Mrs. Naylor to take leave. She gave him her hand very cordially. "I don't suppose Mr. Saffron cares to meet people; but any spare time you have, Mr. Beaumaroy, we shall be delighted to see you." Beaumaroy bowed as he thanked her, adding, "And I'm promised a chance of meeting Dr. Arkroyd before long?"
Was that dishonesty, or only a pardonable diplomacy? "I suppose I must go, and explain to Dr. Irechester afterwards." She rang the bell, to recall the maid, and gave her answer. "Say I will be round as soon as possible. Is the messenger walking?" "He's got a bicycle, Miss." "All right. I shall be there almost as soon as he is." She seemed to have no alternative, just as Beaumaroy had none.
"If I know you, I think you would rather enjoy being able to keep your secret. You like having the laugh of people. I know that myself, Mr. Beaumaroy." She exchanged a smile with him. "You want a death certificate from me," she added. "I suppose I do," Beaumaroy agreed. "In the sort of terms in which I described Mr. Saffron's death to Captain Alec?
Now and then a word or two reached Irechester's ears, old Naylor seemed to have fallen into a reverie over his cigar, and it must be confessed that he took no pains not to overhear. Once at least he plainly heard "Saffron" from Beaumaroy; he thought that the same lips spoke his own name, and he was sure that Doctor Mary's did.
Somehow this invitation to enter was the last thing that Captain Alec had expected. Beaumaroy led the way into the parlor, Captain Alec following. "Well, I thought your old friend didn't care to see strangers," he said, continuing the conversation. "He was tired and fretful to-night, so I got him to bed, and gave him a soothing draught one that our friend Dr. Arkroyd sent him.
At the back of the house there was a space of ground where Mrs. Wiles grew a few vegetables for the household's use. It was a clearing made from the heath, but it was not enclosed. Beaumaroy was able to reach the back entrance, by which this patch of ground could be entered from the kitchen. Just by the kitchen door stood that useful thing, a butt for rainwater.
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