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"I'll creep in when she's asleep." It was all very well for Diana to people the corridor with imaginary monks; she knew they were images of her own creation; the more weak-minded of her form mates, however, were frankly frightened. Nothing spreads more readily than a ghost scare. Sadie, Jess, and Peggie were bolting squealing along the passage one evening, when they almost collided with Geraldine.
One of them, an inspector, came forward, looking dubiously at Peggie Wynne. Selwood hastened out of the car and made for him. "I'm Mr. Herapath's secretary Mr. Selwood," he said, drawing the inspector out of earshot. "Is anything seriously wrong? better tell me before Miss Wynne hears. He isn't dead?" The inspector gave him a warning look. "That's it, sir," he answered in a low voice.
"If you've any sense of fitness, you'll know that until my uncle's will is found and his wishes ascertained I'm master here, Mr. Tertius, and " "You're not my master, Barthorpe," exclaimed Peggie, with a sudden flash of spirit. "I know what my uncle's wishes were as regards Mr. Tertius, and I intend to respect them.
Peggie saw nothing of the surprised and questioning looks which were turned on Selwood and herself as they left the pew and passed down the aisle of the crowded church. She had but one thought whom was she going to meet outside, what revelation was going to be made to her?
But from what bit I see of him, sir, I should say he was a fresh-coloured gentleman." "Tall and well built, you say?" observed Mr. Tertius. "Yes, sir fine-made gentleman pretty near six feet, I should have called him," replied the driver. "Little bit inclined to stoutness, like." Mr. Tertius turned to Peggie. "I believe you have some recent photographs of Mr. Herapath," he said.
"A ken the penny micht be buyin' a hame," came in a drowsy voice from Sandy's crib. "'Twad be a hame in Aberdeen wi' trees an' flo'ers an' mickle wee creepit things an' Miss Peggie an' us "
Peggie mopped her eyes and looked at him. He was such a quiet, unobtrusive, inoffensive old gentleman that she wondered more than ever why Barthorpe had refused to admit him to the informal conference. "What other thing?" she asked. Mr. Tertius looked round the room strangely empty now that Jacob Herapath's bustling and strenuous presence was no longer in it and shook his head.
As for Ward C, it was supremely happy; its beloved "Miss Peggie" was on duty for the afternoon with the favorite book for company; moreover, no one had discovered as yet that this was Trustee Day and that the trustees themselves were already near at hand. A shadow fell athwart the threshold that very moment.
What a surprise for him if the thing comes to a definite head, and but let us see what Friday morning brings." Friday morning brought Barthorpe to Mr. Halfpenny's offices in good time. He came alone; a few minutes after his arrival Peggie Wynne, nervous and frightened, came, attended by Mr. Tertius and Professor Cox-Raythwaite. All these people were at once ushered into Mr.
My dear, I confess I do not understand it." Peggie had picked up the telegram and was reading it with knitted brow. "'Barthorpe entered caveat in Probate Registry at half-past three this afternoon," she slowly repeated. "But what does that mean, Mr. Tertius? Something to do with the will?" "A great deal to do with the will, I fear!" replied Mr. Tertius, lugubriously.
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