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"I think it is touch and go with him but if he wears the night out he may pull through. It was very good of you to come." Alice Deringham made a little gesture of impatience. "But there is hope?" she said, and her voice was very low and strained. Seaforth glanced round sharply as the woman, knocking over something, went out of the room. "A little, I believe, if he could sleep," he said huskily.
His hand also appeared to tremble slightly when, saying nothing, he passed the telegram across to her. "Regret to inform you that my partner met with accident in the ranges, and his condition is critical," it read. "Can you send us nurse or capable woman? Mrs. Margery ill. Seaforth, Somasco." Alice Deringham shivered a little. "He is evidently dangerously injured."
"Now, they don't keep anything that doesn't burn a hole in you here, and I've a bottle of English whisky. Don't see any reason why you shouldn't take a drink with me?" "No," said Deringham indifferently. "I am, however, a somewhat abstemious man." Hallam went into the building and returned with a cigar-case and a bottle.
There was a good deal he wished to say, but for once words failed him, and when he went out with the will in his pocket his face had grown a trifle grey. Yet though he suffered grievously in that moment, he was conscious of something in his brain that throbbed in time to the refrain, "Alice Deringham, mistress of Carnaby."
"Well," said Deringham, with a little smile that seemed to indicate that the point was not important, "that brings us to his other motive, which displays a very creditable feeling.
"You are over-tired, father, or you would not have thought of that just now." Deringham glanced at her curiously with an unpleasant smile. "You apparently did not comprehend me," he said. "Would you be astonished to hear that Alton, who seems to have anticipated disaster, left you Carnaby by will?" The girl rose and met the man's gaze directly, though the colour had crept beyond her cheeks now.
In the meanwhile Seaforth had gone down to Vancouver, and Deringham still appeared content to linger at Somasco. He had, his daughter knew, been ordered a lengthy rest, and it was evident that the tranquillity of the mountain ranch was benefiting him physically, though now and then the girl noticed that his face was anxious when communications from England reached him.
As I told him no man in the possession of all his wits would have made such a will, and there was a probability that it could he successfully contested." "Then I think you blundered, father," said the girl. Deringham raised his hand as though to indicate that he did not purpose to discuss the question. "I have been trying to show you that Alton never regarded Carnaby as his. You follow me?" "No.
Alice Deringham turned her face away from him, and for a moment wonder almost drove all other emotion out of her. "I I don't understand. It was I who did that horrible thing." "Then," said Alton very gravely, "you were driven to it. My dear, you could of your own will do no wrong."
Still, she was mildly interested in the man's companion, whose face she could not see. The girl was dressed very plainly, and Miss Deringham decided that the fabric had not cost much to begin with and was by no means new. It, however, set off a pretty, slender figure, and the girl had fine brown hair, while the little ungloved fingers on pencil were white and shapely.
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