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Haven't you got on the track of any possible reason for the deed?" "Reason?" repeated Simon. "Now we come to business, Mr. Cromarty. What's the motive? That's the point." "Have you found one?" Simon looked judicially discreet. "At this moment all I can tell you is to answer the question: 'Who benefits by Sir Reginald Cromarty's death?" "Well who did? Seems to me every one who knew him suffered."
Benares was Sir Francis Cromarty's destination, the troops he was rejoining being encamped some miles northward of the city. He bade adieu to Phileas Fogg, wishing him all success, and expressing the hope that he would come that way again in a less original but more profitable fashion. Mr. Fogg lightly pressed him by the hand.
Under the grey autumnal sky Miss Cicely Farmond drove out of the town wrapped in Ned Cromarty's overcoat. He assured her he never felt cold, and as she glanced a little shyly up at the strapping figure by her side, she said to herself that he certainly was the toughest looking man of her acquaintance, and she felt a little less contrition for the loan.
I mentioned the engagement as a mere matter of course to somebody, and though I mentioned it confidentially, it started this slander about Malcolm Cromarty and Cicely Farmond conspiring to murder to murder, Lilian! the man of all men they owed most to. That's what you've done!" By this time Lilian Cromarty's handkerchief was at her eyes. "I I am very sorry, Ned," she murmured.
He bade them good-night and went off towards the library, and a few minutes later, as they were going upstairs, they heard the library door shut. When they came to Lady Cromarty's room, Cicely said good-night to her hostess and turned down the passage that led to her own bedroom. A door opened quietly as she passed and a voice whispered: "Cicely!"
The Doctor presently dropped in with Captain Doolan. After chatting for some time the former said, "I have had the satisfaction this morning, Miss Hannay, of relieving Mrs. Cromarty's mind of a great burden." "How was that, Doctor?" "It was in relation to you, my dear." "Me, Doctor! how could I have been a weight on Mrs. Cromarty's mind?"
In the minute or two that passed before the laird's entrance, Simon seemed to be thinking intently and finally to come to a decision, which, to judge from his reception of his client, was on rather different lines from his first thoughts when Mr. Cromarty's name was announced.
It was at that moment that the door opened sharply and the start the lawyer gave showed the state of his nerves after Mr. Cromarty's handling. Mary MacLean stood in the doorway, her face twitching. "What's the matter?" snapped her master. "Please, sir, there are men in the garden!" she cried. The lawyer leapt to his feet.
"Good morning and many thanks," said he, and then hesitated for an instant. "You couldn't let me have a very small cheque, just to be going on with, could you?" "Not this morning, Mr. Cromarty." Mr. Cromarty's look of despair returned.
"Oh Neddy dear, I want to talk to you about something," she began in her brisk way and with her brightest smile. Her brother, though of a simple nature, was by this time aware that when he was termed "Neddy dear" the conversation was apt to turn on Miss Cromarty's requirements. "Well," said he, "how much is the cheque to be this time?" "How clever you're getting!" she laughed.
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