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Dick's claims to beauty were perhaps a little dubious, but it must be admitted that local opinion, as expressed in local gossip a thousand times a day, went far to justify Mrs. Haddon's judgment on all the above points. Dick escaped immediately after dinner, and went straight to Shine's house.
The little party, with the exception of Duvall, had already assembled in the drawing-room, awaiting his arrival. Grace found the Haddons charming and cultivated people who had traveled all over the world, owing to Mr. Haddon's connection with the English Consular service. Mr.
On top Dick Haddon's big billy-goat was feeding greedily on the lush herbage of the Gaol Quarry; below, Dick and his boon companions were preparing for a tremendous adventure. After escaping from his room Dick had hunted up Jacker Mack, Phil Doon, and Billy Peterson.
So that the only human being who could have thrown light upon this fantastic narrative is beyond the reach of questions. Without further comment I leave this extraordinary matter to the reader's individual judgment. "What if I die under it?" The thought recurred again and again, as I walked home from Haddon's. It was a purely personal question.
I looked my potential host squarely in the eyes and said the first thing that came uppermost. "I have just been discharged from Mr. Haddon's store for what Mr. Haddon considers to be good and sufficient cause. I don't believe you want me at your dinner-table." His smile was as refreshing as a cool breeze on a hot summer day. "I don't care what Mr. Haddon has said or done to you.
The interest was much of a quality with that one might feel in a game of chess between strangers. Mowbray's thoughts, too, I could see. He was thinking that Haddon's manner showed too much of the specialist. New suggestions came up like bubbles through a stream of frothing meditation, and burst one after another in the little bright spot of his consciousness.
Haddon's little cottage, four roomed, with a queer skillion front, was surrounded by a tumbled mass of tangled vegetation miscalled a garden, and Dick loitered in the shadow of the back fence to consider what manner of entrance would be most politic.
That costume had much to do with the play's success, though Sarah Haddon would never admit it. "Splendour" was what is known as a period play. The famous dress was of black velvet, made with a quaint, full-gathered skirt that made Haddon's slim waist seem fairylike and exquisitely supple. The black velvet bodice outlined the delicate swell of the bust.
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