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Before a fortnight was over, Baxter admitted ruefully that M'Leod was better than most firms in the business: We buyers were coy, argumentative, shocked at the price of Holmescroft, inquisitive, and cold by turns, but Mr. M'Leod the seller easily met and surpassed us; and Mr. Baxter entered every letter, telegram, and consultation at the proper rates in a cinematograph-film of a bill.
The half-hour crawl to Holmescroft was the most racking experience of the day. M'Leod had obeyed my instructions. There was no one visible in the house or the gardens; and the front door stood open. Miss Mary rose from beside her sister, stepped forth first, and entered the hall. "Come, Bessie," she cried. "I daren't. Oh, I daren't." "Come!" Her voice had altered. I felt Baxter start.
He told me land was selling at eight hundred pounds the acre, and the new golf links, whose Queen Anne pavilion we passed, had cost nearly twenty-four thousand pounds to create. Holmescroft was a large, two-storied, low, creeper-covered residence.
"I think it went off beautifully, my dear," said Mr. M'Leod to his wife; and to me: "You feel all right now, ain't it? Of course you do." Mrs. M'Leod surged across the gravel. Her husband skipped nimbly before her into the south verandah, turned a switch, and all Holmescroft was flooded with light. "You can do that from your room also," he said as they went in.
As their lawyer I must ask you not to say anything to my cousins about Holmescroft. It upsets 'em. Always did. But speaking as man to man, it would be very pleasant for me if you could see your way to " I saw it as soon as decency permitted, and thanked him sincerely.
"I'll keep you in furs all your life, but not our Holmescroft." "No never our Holmescroft," said Miss M'Leod. "We'll ask him here on Tuesday, mamma." They squeezed each other's hands. "Now tell me," said Mrs. M'Leod "that tall one, I saw out of the scullery window did she tell you she was always here in the spirit? I hate her. She made all this trouble. It was not her house after she had sold it.
M'Leod talked to me of the assembling, preparation, and sale of the rarer furs; and told me things about the manufacture of fur-lined coats which quite shocked me. Somehow or other, when we landed on Wednesday, I found myself pledged to spend that week-end with him at Holmescroft.
Baxter was amazed at the proposed visit, but at a nod from that terrible woman went off to make arrangements. Then I sent a telegram to M'Leod bidding him and his vacate Holmescroft for that afternoon. Miss Mary should be alone with her dead, as I had been alone.
On the other hand, if this influenza, influence does happen to affect you, why, I think it will be an experience." While he talked he gave me his card, and I read his name was L. Maxwell M'Leod, Esq., of Holmescroft. A City address was tucked away in a corner. "My business," he added, "used to be furs. If you are interested in furs I've given thirty years of my life to 'em."
There was a long silence while the steam kettle puffed. "If I could have proof if I could have proof," said she, and broke into most horrible tears. Baxter motioned to me, and I crept away to my room, and lay awake till morning, thinking more specially of the dumb Thing at Holmescroft which wished to explain itself.
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