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Let him rest," said Lady Garvington, who looked more limp and untidy than ever. "I wish he was resting somewhere else than in my vault. A damned gypsy!" "And my husband," said Lady Agnes sharply. "Don't forget that, Garvington." "I wish I could forget it. Much use he has been to us." "You have no cause to complain," said his sister with a meaning glance, and Garvington suddenly subsided.
"But I know who it is," said Lady Garvington triumphantly. "One of the servants who went to the gypsy camp this afternoon told my maid, and my maid told me. The gypsies are greatly excited, and no wonder." Freddy stared at her. "Excited, what about?" "Why, about the money, dear. Don't you know?" "No, I don't!" shouted Freddy, breaking a glass in his irritation. "What is it? Bother you, Jane.
"Such nonsense, for I'm sure no burglar would enter a house filled with nothing but Early Victorian furniture." "Well? Well? Well?" said Mrs. Belgrove impatiently. "Clara Beeby thought that Garvington meant to shoot Noel." "Why, in heaven's name! Because Noel is his heir?" "I'm sure I can't help it if I've no children," said Lady Garvington, going off on another trail the one suggested by Mrs.
Even had Pine not prohibited the marriage in his will, Garvington would have objected to Agnes becoming the young man's wife; as it was, he stormed tempests, but without changing the widow's determination. Being a remarkably selfish creature, all he desired was that Agnes should live a solitary life as a kind of banker, to supply him with money whenever he chose to ask for the same.
But all the time she and the housekeeper were arguing what Lord Garvington would like in the way of food, the worried woman was reflecting on what Miss Greeby had said. When the menu was finally settled no easy task when it concerned the master of the house Lady Garvington sought out Mrs. Belgrove.
"Oh, very well," snapped Garvington, with some reluctance, and walked toward the door. There he paused, and evidently awaited to arrive at some conclusion, the nature of which his cousin could not guess. "Oh, very well," he said again, and left the room. "He thinks that you are a fool, as I do, my Gorgious," said Chaldea scornfully. "You wish to hang yourself it seems, my rye."
"Unless he came to keep an eye on her," murmured Lambert, and unconsciously hit on the very reason of the pseudo-gypsy's presence at Garvington. After all, it would be best to go to London for a time to wait until he saw what Chaldea would do. Then he could meet Pine and have an understanding with him.
"Ah, he had, he had," said Lady Garvington, the widow, shaking her untidy head, "he was selfish and greedy, and perhaps not so thoughtful as he might have been, but there are worse people than poor Freddy." Noel could not help smiling at this somewhat guarded eulogy of the dead, but did not pursue the subject. "Well, Jane, you must not grieve too much."
The Manor had been bolted and barred by Lord Garvington himself, along with some footmen and his butler, so no one within could have fired the second shot.
Fancy, Gentilla having all that money. How lucky she is." "Oh, damn her; damn her," growled Garvington, breaking another glass. "Why, dear. I'm sure she's going to make good use of the money. She says so William told Celestine that she would give a million to learn for certain who murdered poor Hubert." "Would she? would she? would she?"
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