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And when I mentioned Keldale House and the murder I saw that I was right!" He laughed, and Simon permitted himself to smile. Yet his answer was as cautious as ever. "Well, Mr. Carrington?" said he. "Well," said Carrington, "if you actually are my employer and we both lay our cards on the table, there's much to be gained, and if I may say so really nothing to be lost.
He couldn't commit a murder!" The fact that this tribute to the baronet's innocence was not wholly devoid of a flavour of criticism seemed to strike Mr. Carrington, for his eye twinkled for an instant. "You are acquainted with him then?" said he. "I am staying at Keldale; in fact, I am a relation."
Circumstances, however, prevented this enthusiastic sportsman from making any further enquiry as to the letting of the Keldale shootings. When Bisset appeared at the front door consternation was in his face. It was veiled under a restrained professional manner, but not sufficiently to escape his visitor's eye. "What's up?" he asked at once.
He appeared, in fact, to be thinking about something else all the time, and the first sign of interest he showed in anything outside his thoughts was when he found himself within sight of the lodge gates of Keldale House, with the avenue sweeping away from the road towards the roofs and chimneys amid the trees.
The other foot passenger was face to face with him now, a slim figure in black, with a sweet, serious face. "Excuse me," said Mr. Carrington, "but can you tell me where this path leads?" He was so polite and so evidently anxious to give no offence, and his face was such a certificate to his amiable character that the girl stopped too and answered without hesitation: "It leads to Keldale House."
"Call again to-morrow morning." Carrington's manner altered at once into his usual easy-going air. "Very well, then, Mr. Rattar," said he as he rose. "By the way," said Simon, "you have been out at Keldale this morning, I presume?" "Yes," said Carrington carelessly, "but there is really nothing new to be found." Simon looked at him hard. "No fresh evidence?" Carrington laughed.
The first was the burglary, which of course at once suggested the possibility that the man who had committed the crime at Keldale had returned to Rattar's house and got in by that window. The second was the nightly perambulations, which could easily be tested. When Mr. Rattar emerged at nine that night, I was in the garden before him. And what do you think he did?"
Bisset's sway over Keldale House was by this time almost despotic, he had begun to find that despotism has its lonely side, and to miss "the gentry." With an introduction, Mr. Carrington quickly discovered that Mr. Bisset and the mansion he supervised were alike entirely at his disposal.
"Don't you sympathise with me," he enquired. "I beg your pardon," said Carrington, "my thoughts were wandering for the moment. I do sympathise. By the way, what are you going to do now?" The baronet started. "By Gad, my own thoughts are wandering!" said he, "though I certainly have some excuse! I must get down to the Kings Arms and order a trap to take me out to Keldale House as quickly as I can."
"What were the exact facts?" demanded Carrington. "Oh," said the Superintendent vaguely, "there was something about a window looking as if it had been entered, but really, sir, Mr. Rattar paid so little attention to it himself, and we were that taken up by the Keldale case that I made no special note of it." "Did the servants ever speak of it again?"
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