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Updated: May 1, 2025
The Court party were all liars and perjurers, and their word was not to be taken. "'It is as I say, Rupert Littimer repeated. 'My wife lies ill at Henson Grange and in sore trouble about me. And I should like to see my child before I die. "'Then you shall have the chance, Carfax sneered.
He began to wonder whether some deep trap was being laid for him. But, no, he had seen no signs of it. In some way or another Bell had managed to ingratiate himself with Littimer again, but not necessarily for long, Henson told himself, with a vicious grin. Nor was Littimer the kind of man who ever troubled himself to restrain his feelings.
The office boy was greatly puzzled the next morning, when he found all the new pairs of shoes ranged intact in the adjoining cupboard. The old ones were missing. Littimer had gone away in them, furtively. He was ashamed of his own impulse. This time he resolutely remained afoot instead of hiring a carriage.
"What will Longdean village say?" "What does Longdean village know?" Chris retorted. "They are vaguely aware that somebody was taken away from the house a short time ago to be buried, but that is all their knowledge. And there is no more need for disguise, Lord Littimer says. He knows pretty well everything.
His listeners said nothing; they fully appreciated the situation. Merritt's presence at the Castle was both dangerous and hazardous for Henson. "If you went away to-day you might be safe?" Chris suggested. "Aye, I might," Merritt said, with a cunning grin in his eyes. "If I had a hundred pounds." Chris glanced significantly at Littimer, who nodded and took up the parable.
There was something like tears in his eyes. "I know it," he said. "I hate the place and its dreadful associations. But I wanted to see Chris first. Did she say anything about me before before " "My dear boy, she loved you always. She knew and understood, and was sorry. And she never, never forgot the last time that you were in the house." Frank Littimer glanced across the room with a shudder.
What do you say to a hunt round for an hour or two whilst the house is quiet?" Bell assented eagerly. Chris waited with what patience she could command till daylight began to show faintly and redly in the east. Then she heard the sound of voices outside, and Littimer and Bell staggered in carrying the frame between them.
And your remark, my lord, savours slightly of impertinent curiosity. I might as well ask you why your family is not here." "We agree to differ," Littimer responded. "I recollect it caused me a great deal of annoyance at the time. And my son chose to take his mother's part. You knew I had a son?" "Yes," said Christabel, without looking up from the peach she was peeling. "I have met him." "Indeed.
It was all falling out beautifully. Not only had Van Sneck turned up in the nick of time, but he was not in a position to do any further mischief. It suited Bell exactly that Van Sneck should be hors de combat for the moment. The first thing to be done was to see Lord Littimer without delay. Bell had no idea of humbly soliciting an interview.
The other man rolled over suddenly like a cat and made a dash for a gap in the hedge. He was gone like a flash. Pursuit would be useless, for pace was not Bell's strong point. And he was not fearful of being attacked again. "Henson seems to be pretty well served," he muttered, grimly. Meanwhile, the man with the thumb was flying over the fields in the direction of Littimer.
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