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"Oh, you needn't ask me to believe that tomfool tale, old chap! I know you too well for that." "All right," said Max. "Then you know quite as much as is good for you. If you want to be ready in time to meet your fiancée, you had better let Kersley's man lend you a hand with your dressing. I will send him to you." He was at the door with the words. Noel heard him open it and go out.
"I'd have got out the best glass if I'd known," murmured Olga regretfully. Max threw up his head and laughed. "What a good thing I didn't tell her, eh, Kersley?" He leaned a careless hand on Sir Kersley's shoulder. "She doesn't know what a taste you have for the simple life." Olga's eyes opened wide at the familiarity of speech and action. Sir Kersley faintly smiled.
"Exactly what I should have felt myself," said Noel. He paused a moment; then: "It was decent of you to let me into that secret," he observed. "Oh, that was Sir Kersley's doing." Nick still spoke with his back half-turned. "He tackled me on the subject, said you ought to know, but that Max was averse to it. Then I told him why.
He would have swung away with the words, but Nick had also risen, and with a swift word he detained him. "I say, Noel!" Noel stopped. "Hullo!" "Look here!" said Nick rapidly. "She isn't wanting anyone just yet. We have just been to the Priory, she and I in accordance with Sir Kersley's advice, of which I told you. She is having a quiet think. Don't disturb her!" Noel stood still.
Sir Kersley said. "You think this is due to her?" "In a great measure," said Max. Sir Kersley's face was grave. "I am afraid the strain is telling upon her," he said. "You think she looks ill?" Max shot the question with none of his customary composure. "No, not actually ill," Sir Kersley said, without looking at him. "But she is too thin in my opinion, and she looks to me very highly strung."
I don't know how Max will take it, but it will doubtless be on my devoted head that his wrath will descend." "You'll survive that," said Noel. "But look here! Tell me more about Olga! Wasn't she horribly shocked just at first?" "It was touch and go," said Nick. "I followed Sir Kersley's advice throughout. He didn't want me to tell her outright, and I didn't. The whole thing came to her gradually.
Jim were old friends, and had a good deal to say to one another. Max was present at the table, but withdrew early, alleging that he had a serious case to attend. Olga and Noel were left to themselves. They retired to Sir Kersley's drawing-room and spent the rest of the evening there. Olga was evidently tired, and Noel provided most of the conversation. Noel was never silent for any length of time.
Olga hastily and with evident constraint introduced the visitor, at sound of whose name Violet opened her beautiful eyes to their widest extent. "How do you do? I had no idea a lion was expected. Why wasn't I told?" "He is not one of the roaring kind," said Max. Violet was looking with frank curiosity into Sir Kersley's face. "I'm sure I've met you somewhere," she said. "I wonder where."
"Captain and Mrs. Ratcliffe will stay in town with Olga, then?" asked Sir Kersley. "I believe so." Sir Kersley's grey eyes regarded him thoughtfully. "And she is still in the dark with regard to Miss Campion's death?" he asked, after a moment. Max's eyes came swiftly downwards, meeting his look with something of the effect of a challenge. "Yes, absolutely," he said.
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