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"Lady Cranston has asked me to dine," was the somewhat reserved reply. His inquisitor nodded and cantered away. Lessingham looked after him until he had disappeared, then he turned his face towards Dreymarsh and walked steadily into the lowering afternoon. Twilight was falling as he reached Mainsail Haul, where he found Philippa entertaining some callers, to whom she promptly introduced him.
"So you were at Magdalen with Major Felstead?" another caller remarked in mild wonder. "Mr. Lessingham and my brother were great friends," Philippa explained. "Mr. Lessingham used to come down to shoot in Cheshire." Lady Cranston's guests were all conscious of a little indefinable disappointment. The gossip concerning this stranger's appearance in Dreymarsh was practically strangled. Mrs.
To be perfectly serious," he added, setting his cup down, "there is only one thing at the present moment which would take me out of Dreymarsh, and that is if you believe that my presence here would further compromise you and Miss Fairclough." Philippa was beginning to find her courage. "We're in it already, up to the neck," she observed.
He shook his head. "Of course, I ought not to have asked that," she proceeded hastily, "but it does seem odd to realise that you can receive instructions and messages from Germany, here in London." "Very much the same sort of thing goes on in Germany," he reminded her. "So they say," she admitted, "but one doesn't come into contact with it. So you are really coming back to Dreymarsh!"
"See something more of you, I hope," Sir Henry remarked hospitably, as he conducted his guest to the door. "Where are you staying here?" "At the hotel." "Which?" "I did not understand that there was more than one," Lessingham replied. "I simply wrote to The Hotel, Dreymarsh." "There is only one hotel open, of course, Mr. Lessingham," Philippa observed, turning towards him.
"It really doesn't amount to that," Lessingham assured her. "In my own heart I feel convinced that I have come here on a fool's errand. No object that I could possibly attain in this neighbourhood is worth the life of a man like Richard Felstead." "Oh, he's right!" Helen exclaimed. "Think, Philippa! What is there here which the whole world might not know? There are no secrets in Dreymarsh.
"I really think," Philippa asserted calmly, "that you are the most utterly impossible and obnoxious creature I have ever met." His face was dangerous for a moment. They had not yet reached the promontory which sheltered them from Dreymarsh. "Perhaps," he muttered, leaning malignly towards her, "I could make myself even more obnoxious." "Quite possibly," she replied, "only I want to tell you this.
She had walked along the sands until Dreymarsh lay out of sight on the other side of a spur of the cliffs. Before her stretched a long and level plain, a fringe of sand, and a belt of shingly beach. There was not a sign of any human being in sight, and of buildings only a quaint tower on the far horizon.
"I think, Vicar," she said severely, "that for a small place, Dreymarsh is becoming one of the worst centres of gossip I ever knew. Every one has been saying all sorts of unkind things about that charming Mr. Lessingham, and there you are Major Felstead's friend and a Guardsman! Somehow or other, I felt that he belonged to one of the crack regiments.
The telephone bell disturbed his reflection. He rose at once and took up the receiver. "Yes, this is 19, Dreymarsh. Trunk call? All right, I am here." He waited until another voice came to him faintly. "Cranston?" "Speaking." "That's right. The message is Odino Berry, you understand? O-d-i-n-o b-e-r-r-y." "I've got it," Sir Henry replied. "Good night!"
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