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"Because he is the family lawyer and he's also investigating the case, and I thought of course he was employing the detective. And Mr. Rattar told me you were really employing him. Are you?" There was a pleading note in this question a longing to hear the answer "No" that seemed to affect Ned strangely. "It's all right, Miss Farmond!" he said. "Don't you worry!
His visitor said little till he had finished, and then he remarked: "Well, Bisset, you don't seem to put much faith in the current theory, I see." "Meaning that Sir Malcolm and Miss Farmond were concerned?" said Bisset indignantly. "That's just the ignorance of the uneducated masses, sir! The thing's physically impossible, as I've just been demonstrating!"
I fancy he has made too much money and is beginning to take it easy. That's one advantage of not being too rich, Miss Farmond; it keeps you from waxing fat." "I'm not likely to wax fat then!" she laughed, and yet it was not quite a cheerful laugh. He turned quickly and looked at her sympathetically. "That your trouble?" he enquired in his outspoken way.
"What story?" he enquired. "That Sir Malcolm and Miss Farmond were concerned in Sir Reginald's murder." There was something compelling in Ned's directness. Simon pushed aside the papers and looked at him fixedly. "Oh," he said. "They say that, do they?" "Haven't you heard?" Simon's grunt was non-committal. "Well anyway, this derned story is going about, and something's got to be done to stop it."
"I knew he had lied about engaging me; I discovered from Lady Cromarty that he had told her of Sir Malcolm's engagement to Miss Farmond and I suspected he had started her suspicions of them; and I saw that he was set on that theory, in spite of the fact that it was palpably improbable if one actually knew the people. Of course if one didn't, it was plausible enough.
"Because I wrote it myself. Miss Farmond is quite unaware it was sent." The baronet began to look indignant. "But er why the devil, sir " "Because I am a detective," interrupted Carrington, "and I wished to see you." Sir Malcolm evidently began to grasp the situation at last. "What about?" he asked, and his face was a little paler already. "About this murder.
As to what we are to do also nothing in the meantime. But as to how I guessed, well I can tell you this much. I had to get information from someone, and so I called on Mr. Rattar and told him who I was in strict confidence, by the way, so that he had no business to tell Miss Farmond or anybody else.
"I can believe it," said Ned grimly. "And I suppose Lady Cromarty believed him?" "God, but you're right, sir!" cried Bisset. "Your deductions are perfectly correct. Yon man had the impudence to give the haill thing a flat denial! And then naturally Miss Farmond was for off, but at first her ladyship was no for letting her go.
Sir Reginald was unco' taken up with Miss Farmond, but he'd have looked higher for his heir. And so as they couldn't get married while he was alive neither of them having any money, well, sir, this story says " He broke off and neither spoke for an instant. "Good God!" murmured Cromarty. "They actually accuse Malcolm Cromarty and Miss Cicely of ?" He paused too, and Bisset nodded.
I see naturally. Lady Cromarty believes it and is keeping Miss Farmond under her eye, the gossips tell me. Is that so?" "Oh, that's true right enough, sir." "Who told Lady Cromarty?" "That I do not know, sir." Again the visitor seemed to be thinking, and again to cast his thoughts aside and take up a new aspect of the case.
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