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Updated: June 15, 2025
And none of the actors in that strange drama suspect the hand of the clever, unscrupulous, but sometimes generous, Squire of Overstow. "Mr.
They were all dispatched from places where, even if inquiry were made, the sender could not be traced. "What's in the wind?" I asked Duperré as he sat by my side on our drive back to Overstow. "Something, my dear George," he answered, smiling mysteriously. "At present I can't tell you. In due course you'll know something big. Whenever Rudolph superintends in person it is always big.
All that had already happened had so astonished me that I was only slightly surprised at finding a few moments later that the lady I had seen at Overstow Hall, and again a couple of hours before in the vestibule of the hotel, was Duperré's wife. He must, I think, have told her that we had met before, for she seemed in no way astonished at Mr. Rayne's chauffeur being presented to her.
The squire of Overstow, who was regarded by the wealthy county people of Yorkshire as perfectly honest in all his dealings, and unduly rich withal, attracted to his table some of the most exclusive hunting set, people with titles, as well as the parvenus "impossibles" who had bought huge places with the money made out of the war.
An hour after I had read the report in the paper, Duperré rang me up. "I'm going to Overstow by the nine-thirty from King's Cross to-night," he said. "If you can join me, do. The air is better in Yorkshire than in London, don't you think so, old chap?" "Right-oh!" I replied. "I'll travel up with you." We met, and early next morning we were back at Overstow.
I found her a pleasant woman, well-read, well-educated and widely travelled. She was, too, an excellent conversationalist. And yet, all the time we were talking, I could not help thinking of Lola, and wondering why Duperré's wife should be in such evidence at Overstow Hall, indeed, apparently in authority there, also why Lola seemed to be so afraid of her.
"Moody sentenced!" I gasped. "Why, he was one of Duperré's most intimate friends. I've met them together often," I remarked, and then the conversation dropped, and we sat silent for a full quarter of an hour. "I'm longing to get back to Overstow, Mr. Hargreave," the girl went on presently. "I feel that ere long Mrs.
The Damoclean sword had apparently fallen upon the Squire of Overstow. And I recollected his daughter's warning.
The household at Overstow was certainly a strange and incongruous one, consisting as it did of persons who seemed all in league with each other, the master-criminal whose shrewd, steel-grey eyes were so uncanny, and his accomplices and underlings who all profited and grew fat upon the great coups planned by Rayne's amazing mind.
Moreover, I had Lola to consider, and if I defied her father he most certainly would not allow his daughter to marry me. Next morning we left Enderby by train and returned to Overstow in the late afternoon. Duperré had gone up to Glasgow upon some mysterious business crooked without a doubt so that night, after dining together, Rayne and I played a game of billiards.
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