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Fielding gave him a brief, contemptuous glance. Juliet regarded him more openly, a glint of mockery in her eyes. "You are sure to be right," she said. He made her a bow. "Many thanks, Miss Moore! I think I am on this occasion at least. We shall have a fine day for the Graydown races to-morrow." "Are you keen on racing?" asked Juliet. He laughed. "I've no time for frivolities of that sort."
Because of it, and the Graydown race-course an ever-increasing stream of visitors poured yearly into the town and its neighbourhood, and very fashionable crowds were wont to gather during the summer season at the various hotels which had sprung up during recent years for their accommodation.
We spread the net too openly. Well," he heaved a sigh, "we live and learn." He turned to the table and took up his riding whip. "I suppose my wife will be in bed and sulk all day because I vetoed the Graydown Races." "Oh, was that the trouble?" said Juliet. He nodded gloomily. "I hate the set she consorts with at these shows. There are some of the Fairharbour set impossible people!
"How long has the child been with these Boltons?" Bunny paused at the further end of the room. "Let's see! It must be some time now practically ever since the wreck. It must be about six weeks. Yes; she came just before I left to take on this job the week of the Graydown Meetings." Bunny's eyes kindled at the memory. "We had some sport the day she came, I remember; quite a little flutter.
Saltash stretched up his arms with a laugh. "No, we'll talk sense good square sense. I take it you'll continue to manage the estate for the present? If you get bored, we'll find an agent, but I'm satisfied with things as they are. We'll go round and have a look at the old Dower House to-morrow. It has a fairly decent position, you know, overlooks Graydown. That ought to please you both."
He turned homewards at length, dissatisfied and ill at ease, yet calling himself a fool for scenting a mystery that did not exist. The Graydown Stables were always a model of well-ordered efficiency, and it had ever been Bunny's pride to show them to his friends. But he awaited General Melrose and his daughter on the following afternoon in a mood of some impatience.
He was looking very well pleased with himself and certainly none the worse for the adventure as he sauntered among his friends, of whom a good many were present. His ugly face and wiry figure were well-known at Graydown, and he seemed sure of his welcome wherever he went. There had been a time years before when he had kept his own stud, and racing had been his hobby. It had not held him for long.
Certainly no one ever questioned it. One of his horses was running at Graydown that afternoon, and at the end of the morning he returned to the house for a hasty lunch before leaving for the race-course. All memory of Saltash's protégé had left him, but it returned to his mind as he saw the extra place laid at the table.
He was smiling as he passed out the smile of the gambler who knows that he holds a winning card. It was a week after the sinking of The Night Moth that Saltash, very immaculately dressed, with field-glasses slung over his shoulder, made his first appearance since the disaster at a meeting on the Graydown Race-course, a few miles from his ancient castle of Burchester.
To be sure!" General Melrose's look suddenly came to Maud and she felt herself colour a little. "He is an old friend of the family," she said. "We live not far from the Castle. My husband owns the Graydown Stables." "Oh, I know that," the General said courteously. "I know your husband, Mrs. Bolton, and I am proud to know him. What I did not know until to-day was that he was your husband.
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