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I had known Lady Dennisford all my life; but I found myself studying her now with altogether a new interest. She was a slim, elegant woman, pale and perhaps a little insipid looking at ordinary times, but a famous and reckless rider to hounds, and an enthusiastic sportswoman.
The air of the room was thick with cigarette smoke. I opened the door gently, and Lady Dennisford glided past me. I myself hastened downstairs. Mr. Stanley was apparently very comfortable. He was smoking one of my best cigars, and a whisky and soda stood at his elbow. He looked up from behind the Times as I entered. "Lady Dennisford is with him," I said.
They stood for a moment or two talking; then Lady Dennisford turned, and they both came slowly towards the house. As they drew near me, she came on rapidly ahead. "He is willing," she declared. "He will make terms. Where can we talk alone, we three?" I led the way to my study. Mr. Stanley greeted me affably and with a commendable assumption of bluff respect. "Fine place of yours, Mr.
Believe me now when I tell you that there are only two things in the world which can be done for me. The first is that you leave me a few minutes to say good-bye to Lady Dennisford; and the second that you keep every one away from me for one hour, while I Finish these documents." I left them alone! There was nothing else which I could do, and I waited in the hall below for Lady Dennisford.
"I am ordering a pony-cart," she said, "to take Mr. Guest back. He seems over-fatigued." "Very thoughtful of you, Lady Dennisford," I answered. "We certainly did not mean to walk so far when we came out into the park." A servant entered the room. She gave him some orders, and then, with a word of excuse to Adele, she came over to my side.
I, at least, must keep faith with the living. I offer you a chance of safety, and I beg you to take it. I can do no more." There was a sharp, little yap from Nagaski. We looked around, Lady Dennisford had come out. We turned towards her. Nagaski trotted on ahead. His demeanor was generally more brisk, and his expression one of relief.
"I want to see her alone," he muttered. "I will see what I can do," I answered. "Lady Dennisford and I are old friends." We reached the great sweep in front of the house. I pointed to the terrace, on which were several wicker chairs. "The windows from the drawing-room, where I shall probably see Lady Dennisford, open out there," I remarked.
"Let us go across and see her," he said. I looked at him doubtfully. "Can you walk as far?" I asked. He nodded. "Yes! I have my stick, and, if necessary, you can help me!" So we set out across the park. I asked him no questions. He told me nothing. But when we had crossed the road, and were on our way up the avenue to Dennisford House, he clutched at my arm.
Do call your friend in, and let me see who he is!" "Lady Dennisford," I said, "of course, my guest may have misled me; but he seemed to think that an abrupt meeting might be undesirable. He wished me to tell you that he used once to walk with you under the orange trees of Seville, and to ask you to go out to him alone!" Lady Dennisford sat quite still for several seconds.
"His Lordship wished to be buried very quietly in the nearest churchyard to the place where he died," the lawyer continued. "I presume that can be arranged." "Quite easily," I answered. "The clergyman is waiting to see you now; if you like I will take you to him." In the hall we met Lady Dennisford. She was plainly dressed in black, and she carried a great bunch of white roses. I introduced Mr.
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