United States or Kosovo ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
She will be none the worse for her adventure will thank me for all the trouble I have taken to rescue her from the kidnapers her father dreaded so much and she will never suspect that the bulk of the ransom money has gone into my pocket. It is money sorely needed, I can assure you. I shall probably give my consent to her marriage with Cayley; her marriage will make my guardianship less irksome.
Antony made himself comfortable in an armchair and prepared to be interested. "We'll start with the dead man," said the Inspector. "Robert Ablett, didn't you say?" He took out his notebook. "Yes. Brother of Mark Ablett, who lives here." "Ah!" He began to sharpen a pencil. "Staying in the house?" "Oh, no!" Antony listened attentively while Cayley explained all that he knew about Robert.
But it is probable that, as the boy grew up, Mark's designs for his future were based on his own interests as much as those of his cousin, and that a suitably educated Matthew Cayley of twenty-three was felt by him to be a useful property for a man in his position; a man, that is to say, whose vanities left him so little time for his affairs.
But she was kept motionless by some superior instinct of disdain. Outwardly she appeared in no way concerned by this revelation of the presence of Lady Cayley. She might never have heard of her, for any knowledge that her face betrayed. Majendie, not far from the settee in the window, was handing cucumber sandwiches to an old lady.
"Who?" Audrey repeated her question. "I don't know. Isn't he in the office? He went up to the Temple after lunch. I don't think I've seen him since." "Thank you, sir. I will go up to the Temple." Cayley returned to his book. The "Temple" was a brick summer-house, in the gardens at the back of the house, about three hundred yards away.
"Well, you won't want me, I suppose, inspector," he said. "No, thank you, Mr. Gillingham. You'll be about, of course?" "Oh, yes." The inspector hesitated. "I think, Mr. Cayley, it would be better if I saw the servants alone. You know what they are; the more people about, the more they get alarmed. I expect I can get at the truth better by myself." "Oh, quite so.
Cayley, and asked to be introduced to me; and and I was so vexed with you, Maurice, that I began to flirt with him; and then oh, I don't know he is so strange he perplexes frightens me!" "And yet you gave him a flower," I said reproachfully. "I can't think why! I felt so queer, as if I couldn't help myself.
There was more promise in the experiments made by Sir George Cayley, and he was followed in the first half of the nineteenth century by half a dozen British experimenters who were convinced that a series of planes, presenting a fixed angle to the breeze and driven against it by a sufficiently powerful motor, would develop a considerable lifting power.
To Antony, unhampered by these standards of comparison, she seemed, quite simply, beautiful. "Cayley asked us to bring a letter along," explained Bill, when the necessary handshakings and introductions were over. "Here you are." "You will tell him, won't you, how dreadfully sorry I am about what has happened? It seems so hopeless to say anything; so hopeless even to believe it.
I don't mean that I excuse it, but that I understand it. And I think that Mark's dead body is in the passage now, and has been there since, say, half-past two yesterday afternoon. And to-night Cayley is going to hide it in the pond." Bill pulled at the moss on the ground beside him, threw away a handful or two, and said slowly, "You may be right, but it's all guess-work, you know."
Word Of The Day