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While we were talking, or rather while I was carefully watching the rapid working of his mind, Leithcourt himself entered and joined us. He had been playing tennis, and had come in to rest and cool. Host and guest were evidently on the most intimate terms.
"What!" cried Durnford, starting up. "That man to marry Muriel Leithcourt?" "Yes," I said. "Why?" But his countenance had turned pale, and he gave no answer to my question. "If these same Leithcourts are really friends of yours, Durnford, old fellow, I'm sorry I've said anything against them," the Major exclaimed in an apologetic tone.
"It concerns Captain Durnford," I replied. "He has been injured in the street, and is in Charing Cross Hospital." "Ah!" she cried. "I see. You do not explain the truth. By your face I can tell there is something more. He's dead! Tell me the worst." "No, Miss Leithcourt," I said gravely, "not dead, but the doctors fear that he may not recover. His wound is dangerous.
Remember, therefore, that my future is entirely in your hands." "I don't quite understand," I said, rising and standing before her in the fading twilight, while the rain drove upon the old diamond window panes. "But I can only assure you that whatever confidence you repose in me, I shall never abuse, Miss Leithcourt." "I know, I know!" she said quickly. "I trust you in this matter implicitly.
She wishes to see you alone, sir." I walked across the big hall and along the corridor to the room the old man had indicated. And as I opened the door and Muriel Leithcourt in plain black rose to meet me, I plainly saw from her white, haggard countenance that something had happened that she had been forced by circumstances to come to me in strictest confidence.
"And has also shown you how I was implicated. You will therefore discern the reason why I have hitherto feared to give you any explanation." "Yes," I said, "Miss Leithcourt has told me a great deal, but not everything. I cannot yet gather for what reason she and her father fled from Rannoch." "Then I will tell you," said Muriel quickly.
"One man, who arrived yesterday, I know too well. He was struck off the list at Boodle's three years ago for card-sharping that thin-faced, fair-mustached man named Cadby. I suppose Leithcourt doesn't know it, or he wouldn't have him up here among respectable folk."
Leithcourt had evidently thrown it, and on opening the door imagine the shock I had when I found the visitor lying doubled up. I, of course, thought he was dead." "And when he returned here on his recovery, did he question you?" "Oh, yes. He asked about the Leithcourts, and especially about Miss Muriel. I believe he's rather sweet on her, by the way he spoke.
I wanted to see Muriel Leithcourt, and to question her further regarding Elma Heath. Therefore again I left Euston, and, traveling through the night, took my seat at the breakfast-table at Greenlaw next morning. Sir George, who was sitting alone it not being my aunt's habit to appear early welcomed me, and then in his bluff manner sniffed and exclaimed: "Nice goings on up at Rannoch!
Jack and Muriel have told me all about Leithcourt and his scoundrelly associates. I know, too, dear for I may call you that, may I not? how terribly you must have suffered in silence through it all. Leithcourt is dead. He sank the yacht with all the stolen property on board, but by accident was himself engulfed."
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