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Perhaps it was true that inspectors liked dragging ponds, but the question was, Did Cayleys like having them dragged? Was Cayley anxious about it, or quite indifferent? He certainly did not seem to be anxious, but he could hide his feelings very easily beneath that heavy, solid face, and it was not often that the real Cayley peeped out.
Anne and her father were still the Cayleys' guests; for Mary wouldn't hear of their going to an hotel, and they had only just found a flat near at hand to suit them. Having at last returned to England, Anthony Pendennis had decided to remain. He'd had enough, at last, of wandering around the Continent!
What are you doing here, old fellow?" It was Percy Medhurst, a somewhat irresponsible, but very decent youngster, whom I had seen a good deal of in London, one way and another. He was a clerk in the British Foreign Office, but I hadn't the least idea that he had been sent to Berlin. He had dined at the Cayleys only a week or two back. "I'm feeding or going to feed. What are you doing here?"
God, how I would have worked to make her happy! But now that is impossible. To offer her the hand of a murderer would be as bad as to offer her the hand of a drunkard. And Mark died for that. I saw her this morning. She was very sweet. It is a difficult world to understand. "Well, well, we are all gone now the Abletts and the Cayleys. I wonder what old Grandfather Cayley thinks of it all.
Dennis Sutherland's house in Kensington, or at home with the Cayleys in Chelsea, that could be easily accounted for on the presumption that she had not stayed long at Mrs. Sutherland's. Had the Cayleys already discovered her flight? Probably not.
My man never turned up, nor had he been there while I was absent, as I elicited by a casual inquiry of Jenkins as to whether any one had called. I told him when I returned from the Cayleys that I was going away in the morning, and he came to lend a hand with the packing and clearing up. "No, sir, not a soul's been; the street door was shut all morning.
It was close on one o'clock when I saw her on the river; she might have landed lower down. I did not know I do not know even now if there were any steps like those by Westminster Bridge, where a landing could be effected; but suppose there were, she would be able to get back to Cayleys by the time she had said. But why go on such an expedition at all? Why?
Surely some malignant fate was intervening between Anne and myself, determined to keep us apart. Why had she discontinued her journey; and had she returned to England, to the Cayleys? If not, where was she now? Unanswerable questions, of course. All I could do was to possess my soul in patience, and hope for tidings when I reached my destination.
Medhurst volunteered to walk with me. "How are the Cayleys?" he asked, as we went along. "Thought that handsome Miss Pendennis was going to stay with them all the summer. By Jove, she is a ripper. You were rather gone in that quarter, weren't you, Wynn?" I ignored this last remark. "How did you know Miss Pendennis had left?" I asked, with assumed carelessness. "Why?
A red-haired woman, or fair-haired, anyhow well-dressed?" "Never!" I said emphatically, and with truth. "Why do you ask?" "Because there was a red-haired woman in his flat last night. That's all. Good day, Mr. Wynn." It was rather late that evening when I returned to the Cayleys; for I had to go to the office, and write my report of the murder.
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