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Doubtless it came of his constant brooding on Redgrave's death and Hugh Carnaby's punishment. For the first time, tragedy had been brought near to him, and he marvelled at the indifference with which men habitually live in a world where tragedy is every hour's occurrence. He told himself that this was merely a morbid condition of the brain, but could not bring himself to believe it.
"On the contrary, your uncle told me that all negotiations are settled with Riggs and Ballinger, and he's sending off the manuscript tomorrow for immediate publication. They make a special thing of that sort of book. They published Lady Carnaby's 'Memories of Eighty Interesting Years." "I read 'em!"
Harvey communed with his thoughts, which were anything but pleasant. He did not doubt the truth of Hugh Carnaby's narrative, but he had a gloomy conviction that, whether Hugh knew it or not, an essential part of the drama lay unrevealed. 'Will they find that woman, do you think? were Alma's next words. 'It doesn't seem very likely. 'What is the punishment for manslaughter? 'That depends.
How he wished that he might have escorted her into the dining room, but Mrs. de Tracy was his portion as usual, and Robinette was waiting for Carnaby, who seemed unaccountably slow. "Your arm, Middy, when you are quite ready," she said to him at last. Carnaby's extraordinary unreadiness seemed to arise from his trying to smuggle some object up his sleeve.
"And certainly we saw it! Carnaby does nothing by halves!" A slight change, a kind of shade of softening, passed over Mrs. de Tracy's stern features, as the shadow of a summer cloud may pass over a rocky hill. She turned suddenly to Robinette. "Can you tell me on your word of honour that you had nothing to do with Carnaby's action; that you did not put it into his head to cut the plum tree down!"
Carnaby raised his eyes. "I cut it down myself," he added, "this morning before daylight." "Who put such a thing into your head?" Mrs. de Tracy's words were ice: her glance of suspicion at Robinette, like the cold thrust of steel. "Who told you to cut the plum tree down?" "My conscience!" was Carnaby's unexpected reply. He was as red as fire, but his glance did not falter. Mrs. de Tracy rose.
"Well, then, when I tell you that Lady Carnaby's Memories are simply not to be compared with your uncle's Recollections, you will understand my state of mind. And father appears in nearly every story in the book! I am horrified at the things he did when he was a young man!" "What's to be done?" "The manuscript must be intercepted before it reaches Riggs and Ballinger, and destroyed!" I sat up.
Perhaps Redgrave, like the majority of people in his world, appeared much wealthier than he really was, and saw in Mackintosh's business a reasonable hope of profit. In that case, and if the concern began to flourish, might not an older friend of Carnaby's find lucrative employment for his capital?
Carnaby's smile vanished, and he stared up at calm-eyed Barnabas in open-mouthed astonishment. "You're not mad, are you?" he demanded at last, his red under-lip curling. "Sir," said Barnabas, taking out his memorandum, "it is now your turn to answer. Do you take my bet?" "Take it!" cried Sir Mortimer fiercely, "yes! I'll double it make it ten thousand guineas, sir!"
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