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We hanged him for murder, as a matter of fact. Now, between ourselves, Mr. Rattar, we don't want to crab our own county, but you must confess that real good serious crime is devilish scarce here, eh?" Cromarty's eye was gleaming humorously, and Simon Rattar might have been thought the kind of tough customer who would have been amused by the joke.
Cromarty's head was again beginning to grow dizzy, and he sat again upon the rock to recover himself, making no answer to Ephraim's words than the exclamation: "How am I going to get that bag to post in time?"
Ned looked at her and she broke into a laugh. "Well," she said, "I suppose we both have a pretty good idea. She's somebody's something Alfred Cromarty's, I believe; though of course her mother may have fibbed, for she doesn't look much like the Cromartys. Anyhow that pretty well puts her out of the question." "Why?"
Lady Cromarty's face looked thinner than ever and her lips more tightly compressed. In her deep mourning and with her grave air, she seemed to Cicely a monumental figure of tragedy. Her thinness and pallor and tight lips, she thought only natural, but there was one note that seemed discordant with pure desolation. The note was sounded by Lady Cromarty's eyes.
Malcolm Cromarty's face expressed surprise, but the lawyer's was distinctly less severe, and he began readily enough: "Well, of course, as you know, my cousin Charles Cromarty died about 18 months ago and I became the heir to the baronetcy " he broke off and asked, "Do you mean you want me to go over all that?"
After that I decided to stick it out and face the music; and I faced it." His mouth shut tight and he sat back in his chair, his eyes travelling round the others as though to mark their unwilling admiration. He certainly saw it in the faces of the two open-eyed policemen, but Cromarty's was hard and set, and he seemed still to be waiting. "You haven't told us about Sir Reginald yet," he said.
Yet after his first greeting, and when he was seated under Simon's inscrutable eye, there stole into his own a hint of quite another emotion. If ever an eye revealed apprehension it was Malcolm Cromarty's at that instant. "Well, Mr. Rattar, here I am again, you see," said he with a little laugh; but it was not quite a spontaneous laugh. "I see, Mr. Cromarty," said Simon laconically.
"That reminds me of a very curious story I heard at my club the other day," he began, and in a few minutes the conversation was far away from Miss Cromarty's grievances. And then, having finished his cup of tea, he looked at his watch with an exclamation and protested that he must depart on the instant. As he lay back in his car he murmured with a satisfied smile: "That's settled anyhow!"
"I'll let you know when I'm free," said Simon. Had his eye been on his visitor as his clerk spoke, he might have noticed a curious commentary on Mr. Cromarty's professed lack of interest in womankind. His single eye lit up for an instant and he moved sharply in his chair, and then as suddenly repressed all sign of interest. A minute or two later the visitor jumped up.
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