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My narrative brightens again but let us not forget Sir Gervase Damian. I ask permission to introduce some persons of distinction: Mrs. Fosdyke, of Carsham Hall, widow of General Fosdyke; also Master Frederick, Miss Ellen, and Miss Eva, the pupils of the new governess; also two ladies and three gentlemen, guests staying in the house.
During the next three or four days, though I was often alone with Mrs. Fosdyke, she never said one word on the subject of Mr. Sax. Once or twice I caught her looking at me with that unendurably significant smile of hers. Miss Melbury was equally unpleasant in another way. When we accidentally met on the stairs, her black eyes shot at me passing glances of hatred and scorn.
He rang the house bell at last and asked for Mrs. Carswell. The housekeeper came hurrying to him, a look of expectancy on her face. "Has anything been heard, Mr. Neale?" she asked. "Or found out? Have the police been told yet?" "The police know," answered Neale. "And nothing has been heard. Where is Miss Fosdyke, Mrs. Carswell? I should like to speak to her." "Gone to the Scarnham Arms, Mr.
She laid her hand on Tallente's arm and led him towards a comparatively secluded corner of the winter garden which made her own house famous. "I must apologise, Mrs. Van Fosdyke," he said, "for my late appearance. I travelled up from Devonshire this afternoon and found snow all the way. We were nearly two hours late."
These pages contain a true confession. Let me own that I hoped Mr. Sax would understand my refusal, and ask Mrs. Fosdyke's leave to accompany us. Lingering a little as we went downstairs, I heard him in the hall actually speaking to Mrs. Fosdyke! What was he saying? That darling boy, Freddy, got into a difficulty with one of his boot-laces exactly at the right moment.
"Good advice, certainly," remarked Polke drily. "You'd better take it, miss. But what's Mr. Neale doing here?" "Mr. Neale," said the Earl, "has just been summarily dismissed for to put it plainly taking sides with Miss Fosdyke and myself." "Ho, ho!" exclaimed Polke. "Ah! Well, my lord, there's only one thing to be done, and as your lordship's in town, let us do it at once."
I dare say you find it very useful in your walk of life." Starmidge followed Polke into the Market-Place again. "Now for that reward bill," he said. "I don't set so much store by it, but it's got to be done. It all helps. There's Miss Fosdyke going to have a try at her bit." He pointed down the broad pavement with an amused smile.
In the meantime, there is a third person who will be sadly disappointed to hear that you know nothing about Mr. Sax." "May I ask, ma'am, who the person is?" "Can you keep a secret, Miss Morris? Of course you can! The person is Miss Melbury." "She heard Mr. Sax telling me that you particularly disliked him," Mrs. Fosdyke proceeded.
He stood in the outer hall trying to make up his mind about something. He wanted to speak to Betty Fosdyke to talk to her. She had evidently not recognized him when she came so suddenly into the dining-room of the bank-house. But why should she, he asked himself? they had only met once, when both were children, and she had no doubt forgotten his very existence. Still
It's not a nice job for ladies, aught of that sort. Wait at the hotel do, now!" "Doing nothing!" exclaimed Betty. "That would be far worse. Let me go I'm not afraid of anything. And to hang about, waiting and wondering " Neale, who had been about to enter the cab with the police, drew back. "You go on," he said to Polke. "Get things through Miss Fosdyke and I will walk slowly back there.
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