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Updated: June 13, 2025
Hall-lane was then called Cheetham's-brow. Amongst other objects of interest that have disappeared at Everton, may be numbered "Gregson's Well," which stood on the left hand side of the gateway of Mr. Gregson's mansion.
Gregson's granddaughter, however, who did not eat grass, was inside the wall, seated on a stone which Turkey had no doubt dragged there for her. Trust both her and Turkey, the cow should not have a mouthful without leave of my father. Elsie was as usual busy with her knitting. And now I caught sight of Turkey, running from a neighbouring cottage with a spade over his shoulder.
You have been working against God in this parish." I burst into fresh tears. It was too dreadful. "What am I to do?" I cried. "Of course you must beg Mrs. Gregson's pardon, and tell her that you are both sorry and ashamed." "Yes, yes, papa. Do let me go with you." "It's too late to find her up, I'm afraid; but we can just go and see.
Gregson had deserted him, with almost no word of explanation, and he would have staked his life upon Gregson's loyalty. Under other circumstances his unaccountable action would have been a serious blow. But now it was overshadowed by the mysterious change that had come over Jeanne.
"They're probably right," said Philip. "I want a word with you, Mac." He walked a little aside with the engineer, leaving the others in a group, and in a low voice told him as much as he cared to reveal about the identity of Thorpe and Gregson's mission in camp. Then he spoke of Jeanne. "I believe that the death of Thorpe practically ends all danger to us," he concluded.
Suddenly the carriage rattled into a village, and Tressady looked out. "I say, Fontenoy, here's a crowd! Do you suppose they know? Why, Gregson's taken us another way round!" Lord Fontenoy let down his window, and identified the small mining village of Battage. "Why did you bring us this way, Gregson?" he said to the coachman. The man, a Londoner, turned, and spoke in a low voice.
He only left two hundred pounds to Mr Gray to be used, as that gentleman thought best, for Henry Gregson's benefit. With this one exception, he bequeathed all the rest of his savings to my lady, with a hope that they might form a nest-egg, as it were, towards the paying off of the mortgage which had been such a grief to him during his life.
The circus is there, you know." "Yes," said Andy longingly. "Took them early, so they could look around town. They're going to stay all night with some relations, Mr. Dale isn't, though. He ought to be back by this time. He's due now. Was talking of carting a couple of loads of hay over to Gregson's this morning." Andy's heart sank at this. He did not tell the man about the fire.
Philip noticed that the cartridge-belt and the revolver which usually hung over Gregson's bunk were gone. He never entered the cabin without looking at the sketch of Eileen Brokaw. Something about it seemed to fascinate him, to challenge his presence. Now it was missing from the wall. He threw off his coat and hat, filled his pipe, and began gathering up his few possessions, ready for packing.
The handkerchief was in the shape of a heart, and in one corner of it, so finely wrought that he could barely make out the silken letters, was the word "Camille." The scent of heliotrope rose more strongly in the closed room, and from the handkerchief Philip's eyes turned to the face of Eileen Brokaw looking at him from out of Gregson's sketch. It was a curious coincidence.
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