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"My dear fellow," said he, "you can't really pull my leg like that. I can see perfectly well you are a gentleman." "I appreciate the compliment," said Carrington, "but just let me tell you what was in the telegram which has brought you here. It ran 'Come immediately urgent news don't answer please don't delay. Cicely Farmond." Sir Malcolm's mouth fell open. "How how do you know that?" he asked.
Simon's grunt seemed to signify considerable doubt as to the morals of the type of relative. "But what sort of girl is she otherwise?" "I should call Miss Farmond the insinuating type. A young man like yourself would probably find her very attractive at first anyhow." Mr. Carrington seemed to ponder for a moment on this suggestive description of Miss Farmond's allurements.
How this house would get on wanting me !" He left Miss Farmond to paint the gloomy picture for herself. It was a few days later that Cicely looked up from the local paper she was reading and asked: "Who was George Rattar?" Sir Reginald laid down his book and looked at her in some surprise. "George Rattar? What do you know about him?" "I see the announcement of his death.
How so many draughts found their way through such thick walls was a perennial mystery, and how to convey dishes from the kitchen to the dining room without their getting cold an almost insoluble problem. The laird and his sister sat down to lunch and in about ten minutes Miss Cromarty remarked, "So you drove Cicely Farmond home?" Her brother nodded.
"May I ask, Miss Farmond," he enquired, "why, in that case, you think I shouldn't have told you before, and why also in that case I should tell you now?" This enquiry seemed to disconcert Miss Farmond a little. "Oh, of course I presume Sir Reginald and you had some reasons," she admitted. "And don't you think then we have them still?"
"Lady Cromarty must be told! She could put a stop to it " Something in Bisset's look pulled him up sharply. "I'm afraid her ladyship believes it herself, sir. Maybe you have heard she has keepit Miss Farmond to stay on with her." "I have." "Well, sir," said Bisset very slowly and deliberately, "I'm thinking it's just to watch her." Ned Cromarty had been smoking a pipe.
Rattar had advised him to keep away from these parts, and for choice to go abroad. I need hardly ask whether you consider that sound advice to give a suspected man." "Seems to me nearly as rotten advice as he gave Miss Farmond." "Exactly. So when I heard that Miss Farmond had flown and discovered she had paid a visit to Mr. Rattar the previous day, I guessed who had given her the advice."
In fac', sir, I practically insisted that Miss Farmond had just got to come." "Good man!" said Ned. "Come in and tell me the unfortunate circumstances." He bent over Cicely and in a lowered voice added: "Personally I call 'em fortunate so long as they haven't been too beastly for you!"
"And then I borrowed yon trap and having advised Miss Farmond to come to Stanesland and she being amenable, I just brought her along to you." "Oh, it was on your advice then?" "Yes, sir." Cicely and her host exchanged one fleeting glance and then looked extremely unconscious. "She's derned wise!" said he to himself. He held out his hand to the gratified counsellor.
Bisset looked for a moment into his sympathetic face, and then in grave whisper said: "Step in, sir, and I'll tell ye." He led him into a small morning room, carefully closed the door, and announced, "Miss Farmond has gone, sir!" "Gone. When and how?" "Run away, sir, on her bicycle yesterday afternoon and deil a sign of her since!" "Any luggage?" "Just a wee suit case."
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