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"Yes, that must be right," said Pettifer. "Upon my word you are in form, Hazlewood." "But why?" asked Mrs. Pettifer. Harold Hazlewood smiled upon her as upon a child and explained: "Because by adopting that system you would do something to eradicate the spirit of rivalry, the desire to win, the ambition to beat somebody else which is at the bottom of half our national troubles."
"And I to see you," said Stella, "for I have never yet had a chance of thanking you"; and she spoke with so much frankness that even Pettifer was shaken in his suspicions. She turned upon Mr. Hazlewood with a mimicry of indignation. "Do you know, Mr. Hazlewood, that you have done a very cruel thing?" Mr.
Pettifer, she saw Holly Mount looking orderly and comfortable from attic to cellar. It was an old red-brick house, with two gables in front, and two clipped holly-trees flanking the garden-gate; a simple, homely-looking place, that quiet people might easily get fond of; and now it was scoured and polished and carpeted and furnished so as to look really snug within.
Then he went on: "Wait a moment! A man had been dining with them at night oh yes, I begin to remember." Harold Hazlewood made a tiny movement and would have spoken, but Margaret held out a hand towards him swiftly. "Yes, a man called Thresk," said Pettifer, and again he was silent. "Well," asked Hazlewood. "Well that's all I remember," replied Pettifer briskly. He rose and put his chair back.
Robert Pettifer clapped the palm of his hand down upon the cuttings from the newspapers which lay before him on his desk. "This no other verdict could possibly have been given by the jury. On the evidence produced at the trial in Bombay Mrs. Ballantyne was properly and inevitably acquitted." "Robert!" exclaimed his wife. She too had been hoping for the contrary opinion.
As for Hazlewood himself the sunlight seemed to die off that garden. He drew his hand across his forehead. He half rose to go when again Robert Pettifer spoke. "And yet," he said slowly, "I am not satisfied." Harold Hazlewood sat down again. Mrs. Pettifer drew a breath of relief.
But thirty years of life in a lawyer's office must no doubt have that effect. I regret very much that Pettifer should have imagined that I would condescend to such a scheme." They went up by the steep chalk road which skirts the park wall to the top of the conical hill above the race-course. An escarpment of grass banks guards a hollow like a shallow crater on the very summit.
She made Holly Mount her home, and, with her mother and Mrs. Pettifer to help her, she filled the painful days and nights with every soothing influence that care and tenderness could devise. There were others who would have had the heart and the skill to fill this place by Mr.
"The well let us call it the catastrophe took place in a tent in some state of Rajputana." "Yes," said Mr. Hazlewood. "It took place at night. Mrs. Ballantyne was asleep in her bed. The man Ballantyne was found outside the tent in the doorway." "Yes." Pettifer paused. "So many law cases have engaged my attention since," he said in apology for his hesitation. He seemed quite at a loss.
"And friends who will not fail you, Stella," said the old man. "To-night begins the great change. You'll see." Robert Pettifer puzzled her indeed more than his wife. She was plain to read. She was frigidly polite, her enemy. Once or twice, however, Stella turned her head to find Robert Pettifer's eyes resting upon her with a quiet scrutiny which betrayed nothing of his thoughts.
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