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"Well," said Carrington, "no doubt you knew best, Mr. Rattar." His eyes thoughtfully followed the smoke of his cigarette upwards for a moment, and then he said: "That being so, my first step had better be to visit Keldale House and see whether it is still possible to find any small point the local professionals have overlooked." Mr. Rattar seemed to disapprove of this.
Carrington recovered his pleasant spirits instantly. "Quite right," said he. "I was thinking about fishing in very deep waters." At eleven o'clock next morning a motor car drove up to Keldale House and an exceedingly affable and pleasing stranger delivered a note from Mr. Simon Rattar to Mr. James Bisset. Even without an introduction, Mr. Carrington would have been welcome, for though Mr.
Simon nodded, and he went on: "Sir Reginald was devilish good at first in his own patronising way, let me stay at Keldale as often and as long as I liked, made me an allowance and so on; but there was always this fuss about my taking up something a little more conventional than literature. Ha, ha!" The young man laughed in a superior way and then looked apprehensively at the other.
Miss Peterkin told him which road led to Keldale and how the house might be recognised, and suggested that he should walk out that way this very morning.
This morning I strolled out to Keldale House and had a look at it from the road, and I learned that it was a large mansion standing among trees. That's all I have been able to do so far." "Nothing more than that?" Mr. Carrington seemed to have a singularly short memory. "I think that's the lot," said he.
He saw her unstrap a small suit case from the bicycle and lead the bicycle into the station. A minute or two passed and then she emerged from the ticket office on to the platform carrying the suit case in her hand. The bicycle she had evidently left in the station, and it seemed manifest that she was going by this train. "That's Miss Farmond, sir, from Keldale House!" exclaimed the keeper.
Then, about a month after mother's death, I got a note from you asking me to go up to London and meet Sir Reginald Cromarty. I had never even heard of him before! Well, I went and he was simply as kind as well, as he always is to everybody, and said he was a kind of connection of my family and asked me to pay them a long visit to Keldale." "How long ago precisely was that?"
"Forgive me," he said, "for collaring you like this, but the fact is I am very keen to see you about the Keldale shootings." Sir Malcolm gave a gasp of relief. "Thank Heaven!" he exclaimed. "Good Lord, what a fright you gave me!" "I say I'm awfully sorry!" said Carrington anxiously. "How frightfully stupid I must have been!"
He proposed to have a few walks and drives through the neighbouring country, he said, looking at its streams and lochs with an eye to sporting possibilities, and it would be interesting to be able to recognise Keldale House if he chanced to pass near it.
"Keldale House?" he repeated, and then the idea seemed to arouse associations. "By Jove!" he exclaimed. "Really? I'm an utter stranger here, but isn't that the place where the murder took place?" Had Mr. Carrington been a really observant man, one would think he would have noticed the sudden change of expression in the girl's face as if he had aroused painful thoughts.
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