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When he had gone, Mr. Flexen said in an almost fretful tone: "It's an extraordinary thing that Lord Loudwater kept so few papers." "I don't know," said Mr. Manley carelessly. "During the six months I've been here we were never stuck for want of a paper. He seemed to me to have kept all that were necessary." "It's the destroying of his pass-books that seems so odd to me," said the lawyer.
He had ridden eight miles round and about his estate, and the ride had soothed that seat of the evil humours his liver. Lady Loudwater had been careful to shut Melchisidec in her boudoir; James Hutchings had no desire in the world to see his master's florid face or square back, and had instructed Wilkins and Holloway, the first and second footmen, to wait at table.
Then, about a month before the date fixed for our marriage, he met Olivia Quainton, fell in love with her, and broke off our engagement a week before our wedding-day." "Well, of all the caddish tricks!" cried Mr. Manley. "You can imagine how furious I was. And I wasn't going to stand it not from Loudwater, at any rate.
Then he said: "I came to see you, Lady Loudwater, in the hope that you might be able to throw some light on this deplorable event." "I don't think I can," said Olivia gently. "But of course, if I can do anything to help you find out about it I shall be very pleased to try." She looked at him with steady, candid eyes that deepened his feeling that she had had no hand in the crime.
No less naturally in the course of the discussion which followed, he told also the story of the luckless kiss in the East wood, and the landlord pounced on that as the cause of the quarrel between Lord Loudwater and Colonel Grey at Bellingham. William Roper supported his contention with an embellished account of the interview with Lord Loudwater in which he had informed him of that kiss.
Above all, when Lord Loudwater was not present, the mysterious, enchanting, lingering smile, which is perhaps the chief charm of Luini's women, rested nearly always on her face. But while the hair of the girl in the picture is a deep, dull red, the hair of Olivia was dark brown with glimmers of gold in it.
When he had thus restored her peace of mind, he told her that Mr. Flexen had asked him whether the late Lord Loudwater had been mixed up with any lady in the neighbourhood, and asked her if she could suggest any reason for his having asked the question. She appeared greatly startled to hear of it. But she could not suggest any reason for his having asked the question.
He dropped on to Lord Loudwater for bullying Lady Loudwater, and he didn't drop on him lightly either. Hell, I fancy, was what he gave him." "Yes; I gathered that something of the kind had taken place. What kind of a man is the Colonel?" said Mr. Flexen carelessly. "The best man in the world not to have a row with. He's a cold terror," said Mr. Manley, in a tone of enthusiastic conviction.
He had acquired no merit in the eyes of the new Lord Loudwater, and he had most probably made the present Lady Loudwater his enemy, if the murdered man had divulged the source of his knowledge of her goings-on with Colonel Grey. He ate his mixed meal very sulkily, listening to the constable's account of the circumstances of the crime.
He first told how he had seen Colonel Grey kiss Lady Loudwater in the afternoon Mr. Flexen noted that Lord Loudwater had accused her of kissing Grey and of their spending most of the afternoon in the pavilion in the East wood. The time of his watching had already lengthened in William Roper's memory. There was nothing new in these facts, and Mr.
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