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Despite her care, Esther's sensitive face flamed in answer to the quickened beat of her heart. What an odd thing for her mother to say! What did she mean? Was it possible that he had already told her asked her? Or had she merely guessed? There was a moment's pause, and then, "Let them talk!" said the girl softly. "It can't make any difference, to them, how often Dr. Callandar calls." Mrs.
Nevertheless he asked in his most matter-of-fact tone, "And the idea was ?" Callandar hesitated. "I can hardly speak of it yet in the past tense. The idea is that Molly is not dead!" "Good Heavens!" ejaculated the professor, startled out of his calm. "But have you any reason to doubt? To to base " "None whatever. No enquiries which I have made cast doubt upon the mother's words.
Yet it was not going to be as awkward as she had feared. With a decided sense of relief she realised that Dr. Callandar looked exactly like a doctor after all! Convention, even in clothes, has a calming effect. There was little of the weary tramp who had quenched his throat at the school pump in the well groomed and quietly capable looking doctor.
Sykes waved a deprecatory hand, at once exhibiting and apologising for so much splendour. "This is the spare-room," she explained. "And there," pointing to the high, old-fashioned bed, "is Ann." Callandar crossed the immaculate matting gingerly, taking Ann on faith, as it were, for, from the door, no; Ann was visible, only a very small dent in the big whiteness of the bed. "Ann!
Coombe was getting some "things" made at Miss Milligan's. It had been rumoured at first that she had contemplated running down to Toronto and Detroit, buying most of her trousseau there, but for some unexplained reason the plan had been given up. Doctor Callandar, it appeared, believed in patronising local tradesmen and had been sufficiently ungallant to veto the Detroit visit altogether.
"If you do, it will be bad for the dog," said Callandar coldly. "Who are you who threaten decent people?" It was the tone of authority and for an instant she answered to it. Her harsh voice held a faint Scotch accent. "There'll be no decent people here at this hour o' the nicht. Be off. You'll get no boat. Nor the hussy either. The dog's well used to guarding it." "How dare you!"
Apparently he required time to adjust his mind to the fact that Callandar was in earnest. The badinage he brushed aside. "Then you really intend but how about this office? If it is not a torn-fool office, where does the necessary rest come in?" "Rest doesn't mean idleness. I should die of loafing. As a matter of fact since coming here I have rested as I have not rested for a year. Look at me!
And I shall expect you to do the same with mine. Dr. Callandar is a very old friend indeed. Should he call to-night I wish you to receive him as such." "I'll try," said the girl demurely. The way of escape was now open, but Mrs. Coombe hesitated. She seemed to have something else to say. Something which did not come easily. "It's horrid living in a town like Coombe," she burst out.
"The mine turned out to be worthless after we were married." Callandar drew a sharp breath and shook himself as if to throw off the horror of some enthralling nightmare. "You married him this man knowing that you were a wife already?" "A fine sort of wife!" He quivered at the coarseness of meaning in her tone. "We were never really married." "What do you mean?" "I mean that it was all a farce.
The doctor's stern face quivered, Esther's searching hand dropped paralysed. Here was a danger indeed! Was their secret really so patent? Or had it been but a vagrant guess of a clouded mind? Callandar recovered himself first. Without glancing at the girl he walked quietly over to the bed and placing his hand upon Aunt Amy's shoulder compelled wavering eyes to his.
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