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Updated: May 17, 2025
The whole world marched on, unmoved and unnoticing. In this sombre apartment alone tragedy reigned in sinister silence. On the sofa, Lord Dorminster, who only half an hour ago had seemed to be in the prime of life and health, lay dead. Nigel moved towards the writing-table and stood looking at it in wonder.
"Permission to call upon you and your aunt," he added, glancing around the little circle. "We shall be delighted," Maggie replied, "but you won't like my aunt. She is a little deaf, and she has no sense of humour. She has come to live with us because Lord Dorminster and I are not really related, although we call ourselves cousins, and I should hate to leave Belgrave Square.
He was always the first to make up a dispute, so that Mary was not at all surprised to see him soon afterwards waiting outside the vicarage door in a high state of excitement. He was going to drive with father in the dog-cart to Dorminster might Mary come too?
"Sidwell was found stabbed to the heart in a café in Petrograd, three weeks ago," Lord Dorminster announced. "An official report of the enquiry into his death informs his relatives that his death was due to a quarrel with some Russian sailors over one of the women of the quarter where he was found." "Horrible!" Nigel muttered.
Maskells was a deserted house standing near the high-road between the White House and Dorminster; it had once been a place of some consequence, and still had pleasant meadows round it, sloping down to a river at the back; but the garden and orchard were tangled and neglected much more interesting, the children thought, than if they had been properly cared for.
"If you are right, Lord Dorminster," he pronounced presently, "the world has rolled backwards these last ten years, and we who have failed to mark its retrogression may have a terrible responsibility thrust upon us." "Politically, I am afraid I agree with you," Nigel replied.
"I'm sure you haven't," answered Mary sharply. "It comes from Dorminster," said Patrick grinning. "And it begins with S," added Jennie. "It lives in a cage," chimed in Patrick. "And eats nuts," finished Jennie in a squeaky voice of triumph. Their little eager tormenting faces came just above the window sill: Mary felt inclined to box their ears.
On a certain day some weeks after the adjourned inquest and funeral of Lord Dorminster, Nigel obtained a long-sought-for interview with the Right Honourable Mervin Brown, who had started life as a factory inspector and was now Prime Minister of England. The great man received his visitor with an air of good-natured tolerance.
And further than this, he is, according to his principles, a man of the strictest honour. I would treat him, sir, as a valued confrère and equal." The Prime Minister smiled. "Don't look upon me as being too intensely parochial, Dorminster," he said. "I know quite well that Prince Shan is a man of genius, and that he is a representative of one of the world's greatest families.
But she has been away for some months. You have not seen much of her, perhaps, since her return?" "Very little," he acquiesced. "She only arrived in London just before my uncle's death, and since then I have had to spend some time at Dorminster." "As a matter of curiosity," Naida enquired, "when do you expect to see her again?"
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