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It was as if, by the mere utterance of the word, wife, she had drawn a sacred circle about her and placed herself in sanctuary. From the blazing accusation in her eyes Arkwright fell back. "Wife! You are to be Bertram Henshaw's wife!" he exclaimed. There was no mistaking the amazed incredulity on his face. Billy caught her breath.
The people looked so savage and unpitying, and I thought that after all we must stay at home there seemed no crevice of space into which we could force ourselves; and in silent consternation I surveyed Aunt Henshaw's substantial proportions.
Her eyes, still fixed on his, carried the shrinking terror of one who sees a horrid vision. "But you know you must know that I am not yours to win!" she reproached him sharply. "I'm to be Bertram Henshaw's wife." From Billy's shocked young lips the word dropped with a ringing force that was at once accusatory and prohibitive.
Henshaw's luggage, which indemnifies you, and he is manifestly a person quite capable of taking care of himself." Mr. Dipper gave a doubtful jerk of the head. "It is very mysterious all the same." Kelson laughed as he went off with his friend. "I'm afraid I can't get up much interest in the doings of the objectionable Henshaw," he remarked lightly as they started off.
Kelson was staring stupidly at Gifford. "And you knew they were blood-stains?" "I could not tell that," was the answer. "But now it is pretty certain they were." For some seconds neither man spoke. Then with an effort Kelson seemed to nerve himself to put another question. "Hugh," he said, his eyes pitiful with fear, "you you don't think Muriel Tredworth had anything to do with Henshaw's death?"
As for myself I should have every confidence in the result." "It is well to be sanguine," Henshaw sneered. "If you have not already done so, are you prepared to repeat your story to the police?" "Most certainly I am, if necessary," was the prompt answer. "But I do not fancy you will wish me to do so." Henshaw's look was one of surprise, real or affected. "Indeed? Why so?"
You don't mean Cyril Henshaw's piano recital!" "Sure I do," grinned Calderwell, unabashed. "And I'll warrant it'll be a devil's carnival, too. Isn't Mr. Cyril Henshaw going to play his own music? Oh, I know I'm hopeless, from your standpoint, but I can't help it. I like mine with some go in it, and a tune that you can find without hunting for it.
Bertram Henshaw's rooms," said the youngest Henshaw brother in a voice that made Billy hurry away with a dimpling blush. "They were Billy's and they can never seem any one's but Billy's, now," declared William to Marie, as they went down the stairs. "And now for the den and some good stories before the fire," proposed Bertram, as the six reached the first floor again.
It seems almost an insult to Muriel to ask the question, but do you still persist in the notion that she had, even in the most innocent way, anything to do with Henshaw's death? Because I have her positive assurance that she knows nothing of it, beyond what is common knowledge." "I too am quite certain of that now," Gifford answered. "Why do you say now?" Kelson demanded sourly.
Dicky's voice was hard now. "Who was he?" "Heatherby Bob Heatherby!" "Bob Heatherby gad! Fielding, I'm sorry I couldn't have guessed, old man. Mrs. Henshaw's brother!" Fielding nodded. Dicky turned his head away; for Fielding was in love with Mrs. Henshaw, the widow of Henshaw of the Buffs. He realised now why Fielding loathed Hasha so. "Forgive me for asking him to mess, guv'nor."
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