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"A most interesting place, miss, illustrating the principle of thae castles very instructively." Mr. Bisset had evidently been studying architecture as well as science, and no doubt would have given Miss Farmond some valuable information on the subject. But she seemed to lack enthusiasm for it to-day. "But will the castle prevent him marrying?" she enquired with a smile.
"I've been too stunned till now to grasp what's happened," he said in a moment. "Our best friend gone, Miss Farmond!" He had said exactly the right thing now. "He certainly was mine!" she said. "And mine too. We may live to be a brace of Methuselahs, but I guess we'll never see his like again!" His odd phrase made her smile for a moment despite herself.
The clerk in the background coughed and Miss Cicely Farmond moved towards the door of the lawyer's room, but Ned Cromarty seemed reluctant to end the meeting so quickly. "How did you come?" he asked. "Walked," she smiled. "Walked! And how are you going back?" "Walk again." "I say," he suggested eagerly, "I've got my trap in. Let me drive you!" She hesitated a moment.
"Come now, number one ?" For a moment Simon was silent, but to-night he could not hide the working of that face which usually hid his thoughts so effectually. It was plain he hesitated what line to take. "You have seen Miss Farmond, I hear," he said. "You're on the scent," said his visitor encouragingly. "Have another go." "You believe her story." "I do." "It's false."
There was no doubt of her intention to rebuke the too garrulous gentleman by this information, and it succeeded completely. He passed at once to the extreme of apology. "Oh! I beg your pardon!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea. Really, I hope you will accept my apologies, Miss er Cromarty." "Miss Farmond," she corrected. "Miss Farmond, I mean. It was frightfully tactless of me!"
The unfortunate man had clearly not been himself, probably for some little time previously. Well, I'll make a few more enquiries, but I fancy my work is nearly at an end. Good-morning." He rose and was half way across the room, when he stopped and asked, as if the idea had suddenly occurred to him: "By the way, I hear that Miss Farmond was in seeing you a couple of days ago."
He saw her unstrap a small suit case from the bicycle and lead the bicycle into the station. A minute or two passed and then she emerged from the ticket office on to the platform carrying the suit case in her hand. The bicycle she had evidently left in the station, and it seemed manifest that she was going by this train. "That's Miss Farmond, sir, from Keldale House!" exclaimed the keeper.
Cromarty, is neither more nor less than I'd have expectit of a gentleman of your intelligence. Weel, to continue, Miss Farmond acted on your advice which would have been my own, sir, under the circumstances and tellt her ladyship the plain facts. Weel then " "And what did Lady Cromarty say to you?" demanded Ned. "Hardly a word. She simply looked at me and said she would send for Mr. Rattar."
"Yes, you may not believe me, but I acted like a damned silly ass. Mind you, I am not as a rule a silly ass," the baronet added with dignity, "but that night I actually confided in a woman!" "What woman?" "My relative Miss Cicely Farmond a charming girl, I may mention; there was every excuse for me, still it was a rotten thing to do, I quite admit.
He lit a cigarette and leant over the arm of his chair towards his visitor, his manner growing keener as he talked. "I happened to have met Miss Farmond that morning and my interview had knocked the bottom out of the story that she was concerned in the crime. I had satisfied myself also that she was not engaged to Sir Malcolm." "How did you discover that?" exclaimed Ned.
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