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Bisset looked for a moment into his sympathetic face, and then in grave whisper said: "Step in, sir, and I'll tell ye." He led him into a small morning room, carefully closed the door, and announced, "Miss Farmond has gone, sir!" "Gone. When and how?" "Run away, sir, on her bicycle yesterday afternoon and deil a sign of her since!" "Any luggage?" "Just a wee suit case."
The pony trotted briskly towards the door, and he took a stride to meet them. "Miss Farmond!" he said. A low voice answered, and though he could not catch the words, the tone was enough for him. And then another voice said: "Aye, sir, I've brought her over." "Bisset!" said he. "It's you, is it? Well, what's happened?"
"Did you find it upset?" asked Ned. The lawyer shook his head emphatically and significantly, and the superintendent agreed. "No, it was standing just where it is now near the wall." "Then why do you think it was upset?" "I picked up yon bits of sealing wax and yon piece of India rubber," said Bisset, looking round again.
'But, asked the Saracen, 'do you not believe in a God, born of a woman, who was crucified for the salvation of the human race, and rose again the third day? 'Assuredly, Saracen, replied Bisset, regarding his questioner with a curious eye: 'as certainly as I believe that I am now in the palace of the caliph, and in greater danger than I pretend to relish.
'Nothing, echoed a third party, 'can withstand the warriors of France, when animated by the presence and example of their king. 'I dislike all this boasting, remarked Bisset, the English knight, to Walter Espec and Guy Muschamp, 'and, albeit I wish not to be thought a prophet of evil, I predict that it will end in mischief and disaster. 'The saints forbid, exclaimed Guy, gaily.
His face was so expressionless, his mouth so tightly closed, and his air of concentration on the business in hand so intense, that he seemed the perfect type of the silent butler. But as soon as lunch was over, and while Cicely still stood in the hall listening with a dubious eye to Malcolm's suggestion of a game of billiards, Mr. James Bisset revealed the other side of his personality.
'On my faith, replied Bisset, a little surprised, 'I must say that you speak the words of wisdom were you twenty times an infidel; and, for my own part, I would fain hope that God and the saints, especially good St. George, will befriend us in our jeopardy.
In the leader of the Tartars, Bisset to his astonishment saw a man whom he had met under other circumstances, and instantly turned his discovery to account. 'Hold, hold, brave warrior! cried he, in a conciliating tone. 'With us you have no quarrel.
To the disquisition that followed, Mr. Carrington listened with the most intelligent air. Bisset had by this time evolved quite a number of new theories, but the one feature common to them all was the hypothesis that the murderer must have come in by the window and was certainly not an inmate of the household.
'In truth, said the brave Frenchman, when complimented by Bisset on his exploits, 'I know not how it is; but to me, it seems that the danger of this day has doubled my strength. 'On my faith, replied Bisset, 'I am at a loss whether more to admire your valour or your vigilance.
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