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Updated: July 28, 2025
"Oh, I'm glad you've come; I'm glad you are here!" she sobbed. "I'm all alone oh, I'm glad you are here! Do you think he is not dead?" "Mrs. Dexter will know," said Celia, trying to control her voice. "Don't be frightened, don't get worried, Lady Heyton. Come with me!" She took Miriam's hand and drew her into her bedroom.
May I sit down you're sure I shan't disturb you, be a nuisance?" "Oh, no," replied Celia, pushing forward one of the antique but comfortable chairs. Lady Heyton seated herself, looked round her, and then fixed her eyes on Celia's face, curiously. "And so you are the lady librarian; and this is where you work? How charming! Why didn't you come in to dinner to-night?" she asked, abruptly.
He was keen-eyed, and in some of his experiences in South America he had learnt a certain amount of bush-craft; and he had no difficulty in finding the exact spot in which he had lost sight, for a moment, of Heyton. With a feeling that was scarcely one of curiosity, he examined the ground in close proximity, and presently, he caught sight of a portion of the fringe of a bathing-towel.
But the Marquess did not speak; he made a movement, and Heyton guessed that his father was returning to the bedroom to turn up all the lights there. With a smothered oath, the wretched man stole forward, felt for the fireplace with his foot, caught up the poker and, feeling his way round the wall, reached the bedroom door. As he did so, the Marquess reached it also and actually touched his son.
"I wish you would; I'm sure Lord Sutcombe would like you to." "Thank you very much," said Celia, as she passed on; "but I would rather dine alone. I've a great deal to do to-night and must not waste time over dinner." "Oh, look here !" began Heyton; but at the moment the butler advanced with a telegram. Heyton took it and looked at it, and his manner changed instantly.
But now he's married, I should have thought that he would have settled down and not have caused his father any further anxiety. The Marquess tells me that Lord Heyton is coming down with his bride in a day or two." As Mrs. Dexter was departing, Celia said, a little shyly: "Is there any way out of this room except through the library and the hall? I don't want to disturb the Marquess."
For some time, the stricken man struggled for speech; then one word passed his lips, almost inaudibly, "Percy!" Celia looked at the doctor questioningly. He nodded, and she went out. She found Heyton in the smoking-room; there was a decanter of brandy in front of him and his face was flushed; but it went white as she said, as calmly as she could,
It was Smith, the butler. "The Inspector has come, Miss Grant, and is asking for Lord Heyton," he said in a tremulous voice. Heyton turned at the sound of his name and went out. "How is the Marquess, my lord?" asked Smith, who was deeply agitated. "Oh, he's all right," said Heyton. "I mean, the doctor thinks he'll pull round.
"He is the eldest, the only, son of the Marquess of Sutcombe; and, of course, he will be the next Marquess; and, of course, that's the reason why Miriam Miriam Ainsley chucked me and married him." "This Lord Heyton, what manner of man is he?" she said. "Oh, I'm afraid he's a bad lot; you'll see that, or he wouldn't have played this low down trick on me.
"Forgive me," said Mr. Clendon gently, but with a calmness and dignity that impressed even the only half-sober Heyton, "but my intrusion is justified, as Lord Sutcombe will bear me out, when he knows I am here." "Oh, well," said Heyton, with an insolent shrug of his shoulders. "I can't speak any more plainly.
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