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The outcome of her talk with Beaumaroy filled her mind rather than the matter of it; and, more even than that, the figure of the man seemed to be with her, almost to stand before her, with his queer alternations of despair and mirth, of defiance and pleading, of derision and alarm.
"It's quite likely that yours is a case as common as Alec's, or even commoner. 'A brutal and licentious soldiery, isn't that a classic phrase in our histories? All the same, I fancy Mr. Beaumaroy does himself less than justice." He laughed. "We shall be able to judge of that when we know him better." "At all events, Miss Gertie, look out that I don't fake the score at tennis!" said Beaumaroy.
You 'ave notions sometimes, sir." Beaumaroy stretched out his legs, debonnair, well-rounded legs, to the seducing blaze of oak logs. "I haven't really a care in the world," he said. The Sergeant's reply, or comment, had a disconcerting ring. "And you're sure of 'Eaven? That's what the bloke always says to the 'angman." "I've no intention of being a murderer, Sergeant."
"No, pride. Dr. Irechester laughed at me. I think I see why now; and perhaps why Mr. Beaumaroy " She broke off abruptly, the slightest gesture of her hand warning Naylor also to be silent. Having said good-bye to his friends by the window, Beaumaroy was sauntering across the room to pay the like courtesy to herself and Naylor.
Suddenly she recollected that he had also seemed to hint that they were more alarming than Irechester appeared to appreciate; she had not taken much notice of that hint at the time, but now it recurred to her very distinctly. There was no suggestion of the sort in Beaumaroy's letter. Beaumaroy had written a letter that could be shown to Irechester!
"Yes; but he said there was no particular no immediate danger." "If he's kept quiet and free from worry. Didn't he advise that?" "Yes," Beaumaroy admitted, "he did. That's the only thing you find wrong with him, Doctor?" Beaumaroy was standing on the far side of the table, his finger-tips resting lightly on it. He looked across at Mary with eyes candidly inquiring.
He was just about to put this purpose into execution in which event it was quite likely that Beaumaroy, hearing his approach or his call to the Sergeant, would have sprung out upon him, only to find himself assailed the next instant by another and far more formidable antagonist in the person of big Neddy, and thus in sore peril of his life when the hum of Captain Alec's engine became audible in the distance.
But Beaumaroy seemed quite at his ease. He began with a statement which was, in its literal form, no falsehood; but that was about all that could be said for it on the score of veracity. "Before you came in, sir, we were just speaking of uniforms. Do you remember seeing our blue Air Force uniform when we were in town last week? I remember that you expressed approval of it."
"Captain Naylor has distinguished himself highly in the war, sir," Beaumaroy continued. "I am very glad to make the acquaintance of any officer who has distinguished himself in the service of his country." Then his tone became easier and more familiar. "Don't let me disturb you, gentlemen. My business with you, Hector, will wait. I have finished my work, and can rest with a clear conscience."
The next instant the light of another torch flashed out, and this time not in the distance, but full in his own face. "By God, you, Naylor!" Beaumaroy exclaimed in a voice which was low but full of surprise. "I I well, it's rather late " Alec Naylor was suddenly struck with the element of humor in the situation. He had been playing detective; apparently he was now the suspected!
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