Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
"You'll be the better of hearing all about it from me." They went into the smoking room and the escort began forthwith. "The fact is, Mr. Cromarty, that yon man Simon Rattar is a fair discredit. Miss Farmond has been telling me the haill story of her running away, and your ain vera seasonable appearance and judicious conduct, sir; which I am bound to say, Mr.
You've not a suspicion of any one yourself, Miss Farmond? Say it right out if you have. We don't lynch here. At least," he corrected himself as he recalled the telegraph posts, "it hasn't been done yet." "I can't suspect any one!" she said earnestly. "I never met any one in my life that I could possibly imagine doing such a thing!" "No," he said.
Again his visitor fixed the monocle in his eye, and he answered now very quietly and deliberately: "I happened to meet a young lady one afternoon, whom I discovered to be Miss Farmond.
"What will they think of me!" he exclaimed. "You must be sure to tell Miss Farmond and Lady Cromarty too if she hears of this that I came solely to enquire about the shootings and not to poke my nose into their library! Make that very explicit, Bisset."
No bad characters are known to the police to have been in the county at that time, and there was no robbery." "Apparently confirming the direct evidence?" "Decidedly confirming it or so it seems to me." "Then you think there is something in the popular theory that the present baronet and Miss Farmond were the guilty parties?" Simon was silent for a moment, but his face was unusually expressive.
Ned Cromarty said nothing for a few moments, but he seemed to be thinking very hard. Then he rose from his chair and remarked: "Well, I guess this has all got to be thought over." He moved slowly to the door, while Simon gazed silently into space. His hand was on the handle when the lawyer turned in his chair and asked: "Why was nothing said about Sir Malcolm's engagement to Miss Farmond?"
Ned smiled for an instant his approval of this prompt plunge into business, and then his face set hard. "It's a most extraordinary thing," said he, "and may strike you as hardly credible, but here's the plain truth put shortly. Yesterday afternoon Miss Farmond ran away." Carrington merely nodded, and he exclaimed, "What! You know then?" "I learned from Bisset this morning." "Ah, I see.
You should have heard me making that ass Malcolm Cromarty, and the Farmond girl, and this hangman with the glass eye tell me all about themselves and what their business was, without their ever suspecting they were being pumped! For, mind you, I'd never set eyes on Malcolm Cromarty or the Farmond girl before in my life! No, it wasn't at the office I had the nastiest time.
"Then again his advice to Sir Malcolm and Miss Farmond was well enough designed to further his own scheme of throwing suspicion on them, but it simply ended in his being bowled out both times, and throwing suspicion on himself. But the precaution which actually gave him away was putting in that advertisement about his ring." "I was just wondering," said Ned, "how that did the trick."
"Well," he said, rising, "it was a pretty absurd idea anyhow. I'll go and have a look at myself in the glass and try to see the funny side of it!" His sister sat very still after he had left the room. Cicely Farmond and Malcolm Cromarty walked up the avenue together, he pushing his bicycle, she walking by his side with a more than usually serious expression.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking