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"Ask Miss Meredyth to go to my office at once, not through this way, and then you remain in the General Office till I send for you," said Slotman. This gave him the advantage he wanted. He locked both doors leading into the waiting office, and took up his position at the spyhole that gave him command of his own office. He could see his visitor plainly.
A small waiting office divided his private apartment from the General Office, and peepholes cunningly contrived permitted anyone to hear and see all that passed in the General Office, and in his own office too. He found a young clerk in the waiting office, and sent him to Miss Meredyth.
"You seem surprised," said Lady Linden. "Well, so was I, but it is the truth. If you are interested in Miss Meredyth, the proper person to make enquiries of is Mr. Hugh Alston, of Hurst Dormer, Sussex. Now you know. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Slotman passed his hand across his forehead. This was unexpected, a blow that staggered him.
It afforded me keen enjoyment. Besides being a John Bull Englishman, I am a cripple and therefore ever so little malicious. "It's all very well for you to talk, Major Meredyth," said he, "but your opinions cost you nothing mine are costing me my livelihood. It isn't fair."
Charge a person with wrongdoing, and even though it be definitely proved that he is innocent, yet people only remember the charge, the connection of the man's name with some infamy, and forget that he was as guiltless as they themselves. Joan knew this. She dreaded it; she shuddered at the thought that a breath should sully her good name. She was someone now a Meredyth the Meredyth of Starden.
"Three years ago," Hudson went on, "Miss Meredyth was married in secret to a Mr. Hugh Alston " "Hugh Alston, of course bless me, I know of Hugh Alston! Isn't he the son of old George Alston, of Hurst Dormer?" "Yes, that would be the man, sir. Her ladyship speaks of Mr. Alston's house, Hurst Dormer." "That's the man then, that's the man!" said the General, delighted by his own shrewdness.
"Then he says, very haughty, as if I was the dirt under his feet I suppose, Sir Anthony Fenimore and Major Meredyth, you think that me and my class are by divine prescription the dirt beneath your feet, but you're damn well mistaken then he says: 'What the devil do you mean? and catches hold of the front wheel of the bicycle and swings it and me out of his way so that I had a nasty fall, with the machine on top of me, and he marches off.
My name is Meredyth, with a "Y," as my poor mother used proudly to say, though what advantage a "Y" has over an "I," save that of a swaggering tail, I have always been at a loss to determine; Major Duncan Meredyth, late R.F.A., aged forty-seven; and I live in a comfortable little house at the extreme north end of the High Street, standing some way back from the road; so that in fine weather I can sit in my front garden and watch everybody going into the town.
Her father was dead; she was leaving us to go to Australia." "So that was the story," Slotman thought, "to go to Australia." "During the time she was here, may I ask, did she have any visitors? Did, for instance, a Mr. Hugh Alston call on her?" "Mr. Alston, I remember the name. Certainly he called here, but not to see Miss Meredyth.
She is above doubt she could not be as some women, underhand and treacherous, deceitful. That would not be Joan Meredyth." "And yet you do not like her, dear. Why not?" "I can't tell you." She tried to wrench her hand free, yet he held it strongly, and looked down into her eyes. What did he see there? What tale did they in their honesty tell him, that hers lips must never utter?
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