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Blanche had simply put him on his guard, and shown him the propriety of keeping out of the way. If you should ever meet with him in the future say nothing to your wife, and communicate with me. I decline to assist you in searching for Miss Silvester; but I have no objection to assist in recovering a stolen letter from a thief. So much for Bishopriggs. Now as to the other man." "Who is he?"
Bishopriggs had been presented with a handsome gratuity; and Mrs. Inchbare had been informed that the rooms were taken for a week certain. In every quarter but one the march of events had now, to all appearance, fallen back into a quiet course. Arnold was on his way to his estate; Blanche was safe at Windygates; Anne's residence at the inn was assured for a week to come.
She had a direct interest in clearing up the question of a prior claim to Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn on the part of another woman. And she could only do that by getting the correspondence into her own hands. "Praise Providence for a' its mercies!" said Bishopriggs, getting on his feet again. "I've got twa strings, as they say, to my boo.
Even the solidly-founded self-possession of Bishopriggs himself was shaken by the startling directness of that attack on it. His glib tongue was paralyzed for the moment. "I dinna ken what ye're drivin' at," he said, after an interval, with a sullen consciousness that he had been all but tricked into betraying himself.
Once more the truth had tried to struggle into light, before the day of the marriage, and once more Blanche had innocently helped the darkness to keep it from view. AFTER a new and attentive reading of Anne's letter to Geoffrey, and of Geoffrey's letter to Anne, Bishopriggs laid down comfortably under a tree, and set himself the task of seeing his position plainly as it was at that moment.
Bishopriggs understood her, and withdrew. Arnold came in. "Has she gone?" were the first words he said. "She has gone. She won't suspect you when you see her again. I have told her nothing. Don't ask me for my reasons!" "I have no wish to ask you." "Be angry with me, if you like!" "I have no wish to be angry with you." He spoke and looked like an altered man.
"Quite the contrary," returned Sir Patrick, briskly. "The mystery is clearing fast thanks to the Glasgow newspaper. I shall be spared the trouble of dealing with Bishopriggs for the stolen letter. Miss Silvester has gone to Perth, to recover her correspondence with Geoffrey Delamayn." "Do you think she would recognize it," said Arnold, pointing to the newspaper, "in the account given of it here?"
Unless I am very much mistaken, Bishopriggs will come back to the inn. He left a terrible blank when he left my clerks' room. Mrs. Inchbare is not a woman to let her dignity stand in the way of her business. She and Bishopriggs will come together again, sooner or later, and make it up.
The dance had reached its climax of animation when Bishopriggs reappeared on the scene of his duties; and the ranks of the company had been recruited, in his absence, by the very person whom it was now his foremost object to approach.
Bishopriggs evidently under the impression that the case before him was a case of elopement, with Sir Patrick mixed up in it in the capacity of guardian addressed himself, in friendly confidence, to Anne. "My certie, mistress! it's ill wark deceivin' Sir Paitrick, if that's what ye've dune. Ye must know, I was ance a bit clerk body in his chambers at Embro "
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