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At the sound of his footsteps the man quickly turned, and, as for a moment the fitful moonlight caught his face, Gifford was sure he recognized Gervase Henshaw. But he took no notice and kept on his way to the stile, which he crossed and gained the road. As he did so he glanced back. A horse and trap was waiting there with Henshaw in it.
With a light and happy heart I set out on the journey home, congratulating myself that I was not then to encounter the eagle eyes of Mammy. Aunt Henshaw, though perfectly willing that I should enjoy myself at play, did not approve of my spending my whole time in idleness; and under her superintendence, I felt more disposed to work than I ever had before.
We'll leave this country where the fogs are so thick and the sun never shines, and we'll go south, far south, where there's summer all the year. That's what I'll say!" "Right," nodded McTee. "If her lungs are weak, that's the place to take her." Henshaw jerked erect in his chair. "Weak lungs? Who said she had weak lungs? McTee, you're a fool!
"I am the brother of the deceased," he said, addressing more particularly the detective. "What do you make of this?" The question was put in the same sharp, business-like tone which had characterized his utterances in the library. "Judging by the door being locked on the inside," the detective answered sympathetically, "it can only be a case of suicide." Henshaw frowned.
You may remember I was always skeptical on the subject of Bertram's settling down to a domestic hearthstone. I insisted 'twould be the turn of a girl's head and the curve of her cheek that he wanted to paint." Arkwright looked up with a quick frown. "You don't mean that Henshaw has been cad enough to find another " Calderwell threw up his hand. "No, no, not that!
This man could surely be hard enough on occasion, the strong jaw and a certain hardness in the eyes told that, but except perhaps for an uncomfortable excess of sharpness, there was none of his brother's rather brutally scoffing cast of expression. Henshaw seemed to regard the two men following Morriston into the room with a certain apprehensive surprise.
As she finished her sentence she stepped one side as if to make room for the strangers to reach the door. William Henshaw frowned angrily that was the man; but his eyes the collector's eyes sought the teapot longingly. Before either the man or the collector could speak, however; Mrs. Greggory interposed quick words of remonstrance. "But, Alice, my dear," she almost sobbed.
Late on the following afternoon, Jocelyn Thew and Gant paced the long platform at Euston, by the side of which the special for the American boat was already drawn up. Curiously enough, in their immediate vicinity Mr. Brightman was also seeing a friend off, and on the outskirts of the little throng Mr. Henshaw was taking an intelligent interest in the scene.
"Her brother!" Crawshay exclaimed. "The connecting link!" Brightman murmured. Meanwhile, the little dinner at Claridge's, of which sketchy tidings were being conveyed to the two occupants of Crawshay's flat by Henshaw, was settling down, so far as the two men were concerned, into a cheery enough meal.
Henshaw spoke little, his mood seemed dissatisfied and resentful, but his sharp eyes seemed to take everything in. Once he asked, "Did my brother dance much?" "He was introduced to a partner," Morriston replied. "But after that no one seems to have noticed him in the ball-room." "You mean he disappeared quite early in the evening?"
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