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"And that's all, is it?" said Noel. "Yes, that's all; except that old Kobad has disappeared. Nick seems sorry, but everyone else is glad." "And what about Hunt-Goring?" said Noel at last. Olga's fingers tightened in his hold. "Oh, did you know he was there?" she said. Briefly he made answer. "Yes, he tripped me. I believe he was half-drunk with opium or something. What happened? Was he killed?"
"My dear Daisy," said Hunt-Goring daringly, "there is practically nothing more to tell." "But there must be," Daisy argued, ignoring side-issues. "How did the gossip arise? There is never smoke without some fire." "True," said Hunt-Goring. "But for the truth of the gossip I will not vouch. It ran in this wise. The girl was beautiful and gay.
She forced a rather piteous smile. "No no! I'm quite all right. But, Max " He pulled one hand free and laid it upon her clasped ones. "You can't stand me at any price, eh?" She shook her head again. "Are you suggesting that I should marry you, just to get away from Major Hunt-Goring?" "I suppose you would rather marry me than him," said Max. She laughed faintly.
I seem to remember being on the yacht, and Major Hunt-Goring and Violet laughing together. And then he came and told me an awful thing about her mother. He wanted me to say I would marry him, and I wouldn't because I hated him so. And after that he was so furious, he went and told her too." Olga stopped with horror in her eyes.
"Otherwise, I think," said Olga, in a very low voice. "Acquit me at least of idle flattery!" said Hunt-Goring, with a laugh. It was certainly a perfect day for a cruise. The sea lay blue and still as a lake, so clear that the rocks made purple shadows in its crystal depths. Under any other circumstances, Olga would have revelled in the beauty of it, but there was no enjoyment for her that day.
"There was a fellow of the same name who lived at Weir," observed Hunt-Goring. "He was the doctor's assistant; had to leave in something of a hurry, I believe. There was the beginning of a scandal, but it was hushed up strangled at birth, so to speak." "What?" said Daisy. She looked across at him swiftly, her dignity and work alike forgotten. Hunt-Goring still smiled placidly.
By the way, let me introduce Major Hunt-Goring an old friend. Major Hunt-Goring Mr. Wyndham!" Noel nodded careless acknowledgment. Hunt-Goring merely lifted his brows momentarily. He did not greatly care for the boy's familiarity with his hostess. It was a privilege which he did not wish to share. "Well, shall we start?" said Noel. "I've brought one of my polo mounts for Peggy," he added to Daisy.
And there are other well-known means which I needn't go into now. But I assure you the circumstances themselves, properly handled, are sufficiently suspicious. You would not care to see your friend Max on his trial for murder, I presume?" She shivered again, shivered from head to foot. She did not utter a word. "No, I thought not," said Hunt-Goring, after a moment.
She felt his hand tighten. For a moment she caught that gleam in his eyes which always disconcerted her. And then it was gone, even as his hand released hers. He turned back to the writing-table with his supercilious smile. "Because, fair lady," he said, "you have met your fate. If Hunt-Goring pesters you any further, of course you will let me know. Hadn't you better go now?
He closed and bolted the windows and went to his own room. "It always used to be regarded as anything but a model State," smiled Major Hunt-Goring, as he lay in a long chair and watched Daisy's busy fingers at work on a frock for Peggy. "I suppose our friend Nicholas Ratcliffe has changed all that, however. A queer little genius Nick." "He is my husband's and my greatest friend," said Daisy.
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