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And yet, whenever he remembered this look, always he remembered too that the lad's jaw had closed obstinately, as though upon a resolve long in making but made at last. But as the three stood there a soft whistle sounded from the bushes across the gully, and Jim Burdon pushed a ghostly face into the penumbra. "Is that you, sir? Then we'll have them for sure." "Who is it, Jim?"
At the door he turned, one hand on the knob. "I haven't seen Mr. Woodward, Jr., today. Do you expect him tomorrow?" At any other time she would have asked herself, "Why is he inquiring for Burdon?" but she had so much work waiting on her desk, demanding her attention, that it might be said she was talking subconsciously, hardly knowing what was asked or answered.
The Saturday afternoon before, when Burdon was taking her to the club in his gallant new car, they had stopped at the station to let a train pass. A girl on the sidewalk had smiled at Burdon and stared at Helen with equal intensity and equal significance. "Who was that?" asked Helen, when the train had passed. "Oh, one of the girls at the office. She's in my department sort of a bookkeeper."
Burdon was astonished, but he was irritated, too, and would not allow that there was anything strange in the cessation of the flowing blood. 'You haven't yet shown that the snake was poisonous. 'I have not finished yet, smiled Haddo. He spoke again to the Egyptian, who gave an order to his wife. Without a word she rose to her feet and from a box took a white rabbit.
And this behaviour seemed highly suspicious to Jim Burdon, the under-keeper, who, not recognising his young master, decided that here was a stranger up to no good. Jim's mind ran on poachers this year. Indeed he had little else to brood over and very little else to discuss with Macklin, the head-keeper.
You can have what money you want. Be off for a year's travel. Hunt, shoot, go round the world, what you like; but don't come back here for a twelvemonth. Burdon, take that letter over to the Misses Mimpriss, and wait for an answer."
"Cigarettes," she thought, "and and raspberry jam !" She waited until her cousin paused for breath and then, "Did Burdon Woodward ride home with you tonight?" she asked. "With Doris and me," nodded Helen, smiling at herself in the mirror. "He told us he went over with some of the boys, but he wanted to go home civilized."
I pretended not to see, and went into the dining-room slowly, to find Miss Virginia down on her knees before Sir John, and him with his two hands lying upon her bent head, while she seemed to be sobbing. "I did not ring, Burdon," he said huskily. "Beg pardon, Sir John; the bell rang." "Ah, yes. I forgot only to show that lady out."
"Two weak old men, Burdon, and him strong, desperate, and taken by surprise. My good fellow, what would follow then?" "I don't know, Sir John. I can only see one thing, and that is, that we should have done our duty by the lad. Let's leave the rest to Him." He drew a long deep breath. "Yes," he says. "Come along."
But she had not the heart to make herself tea. At last he came. He entered joyfully and looked around. 'Is Margaret not here yet? he asked, with surprise. 'Won't you sit down? He did not notice that her voice was strange, nor that she kept her eyes averted. 'How lazy you are, he cried. 'You haven't got the tea. 'Mr Burdon, I have something to say to you. It will cause you very great pain.
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