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"You are here, it is true, Mr. Henfrey. But you mustn't remain here," the stranger declared. "Though I refuse to give you my name, I will nevertheless try to render you further assistance. Go back to London by the next train you can get, and then call upon Mrs. Mason, who lives at a house called 'Heathcote, in Abingdon Road, Kensington.
But the tall, good-looking man only laughed, and then he said: "My name really doesn't matter at present. Later, Miss Ranscomb, you will no doubt know it. I am only acting in the interests of Henfrey." Again she looked at him. His face was smiling, and yet was sphinx-like in the moonlight.
"I hate him the egotistical puppy!" exclaimed the girl, her fine eyes flashing with anger. "I'll never marry him never!" But Hugh Henfrey made no reply, and they went on together in silence. "Cannot you trust me, Hugh?" asked the girl at last in a low earnest tone. "Yes, dearest. I trust you, of course.
"Have I not already answered that question twice?" he asked. "Rest assured, Mr. Henfrey, that I have your interests very much at heart." "You have some reason for that, I'm sure." "Well yes, I have a reason a reason which is my own affair." And he rose to wish his visitor "good-night." "I'll not forget to let Miss Ranscomb know that you will be at Farnham.
"But all this is very serious, my dear Howell," Benton declared, much alarmed. "Of course it is. You can't marry the girl to young Henfrey until he is proved innocent, and that cannot be until the guilt is fixed upon the crafty old Giulio." "Exactly. That's what we must do. But with Molly arrested we shall be compelled to be very careful," said Benton, as they turned toward Piccadilly Circus.
"IF Henfrey is here, then I'd like to meet him," Howell said. It seemed as though the pair were in a room on the opposite side of the passage, and yet, though Hugh stood at some distance away, he could hear the words quite distinctly. At this he was much surprised.
"Did you accompany Mademoiselle when she went to London, Giulio?" asked young Henfrey of the old Italian, after he had described to Brock exactly what had occurred. "Yes, m'sieur," he replied. "I was at Cromwell Road for a short time. But I do not care for London, so Mademoiselle sent me back here to look after the Villa because old Jean, the concierge, had been taken to the hospital."
In these days clothes make the gentleman, and a knighthood a lady. Like many others, old Mr. Henfrey had been sadly deceived by Charles Benton, and had taken him into his family as a friend. Other men had done the same.
It's a pity, old man, that you didn't make a clean breast of the motive of your visit." "I now see my horrible mistake," Henfrey admitted. "I thought myself wise to preserve silence, to know nothing, and now I see quite plainly that I have only brought suspicion unduly upon myself. The police, however, know Yvonne Ferad to be a somewhat mysterious person."
The match ended late on the following afternoon in a victory for Shields' by nine wickets, and the scene at the School Shop when Royce and Tibbit arrived to drown their sorrows and moisten their dry throats with ginger beer is said by eyewitnesses to have been something quite out of the common run. The score sheet of the match is also a little unusual. How Henfrey described it we have never heard.
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