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Did you know I'd happened to see her start and gone after her and brought her back?" Carrington's interest was manifest. "No," said he, "that's quite news to me." "Well, I did, and I learnt the whole story from her. You can't guess who advised her to bolt?" "I think I can," said Carrington quietly. "Either you're on the wrong track, or you've cut some ice, Mr. Carrington. It was Simon Rattar!"
Rattar shot him a quick ambiguous glance, and then his eyes assumed their ordinary cold look and he said: "No evidence anybody ever opened that window from the outside. If they had, Sir Reginald would have heard them." "Well," said Ned, getting back into the room, "there are no finger marks anyhow." "The body being found near the door certainly seems to be in favour of Mr.
Rattar's opinion," observed the superintendent. "I thought Mr. Rattar had formed no opinion yet," said Cromarty. "No more I have," grunted the lawyer. The superintendent looked a trifle perplexed. "Before Mr.
"Well," he cried darkly as he strode to the door, "people who treat a man in my position like this are responsible for er !" The banging of the door left their precise responsibility in doubt. Simon Rattar gazed after him with an odd expression. It seemed to contain a considerable infusion of complacency. And then he rang for his clerk. "Get me the Cromarty estate letter book," he commanded.
F. T. Carrington on it, but with quite a different address from that on the card he had sent up to Mr. Rattar. It was, in fact, his business card, and the Superintendent regarded him with respectful interest. After explaining his business and his preference for not disclosing it to the public, he went briefly over the main facts of the case.
Rattar thought nothing of it himself and just mentioned it so that I would know it was a mere story, in case his servants started talking about it." "But you yourself seemed just now to think that it might not be a mere story." "Oh, that was just a kind o' idea," said the Superintendent easily. "It only came in my mind when the ring was never recovered."
"You are wiser than I am," said Ned simply, but with a grim look in his eye, "but all I can say is I am going out with my gun to look for Simon Rattar." Carrington laughed. "I'm afraid you'll have to catch him at something a little better known to the charge-sheets than giving bad advice to a lady client, before it's safe to fire!" said he.
"I fear it looks like it." "An unpleasant conclusion for you to come to," observed Mr. Carrington. "You are the family lawyer, I understand." "Very unpleasant," Mr. Rattar agreed. "But, of course, there is no absolute proof." "Naturally; or they'd have been arrested by now. What sort of a fellow is Sir Malcolm?"
"Damn the man!" he exclaimed as he cast it on the breakfast table. "Reggie!" expostulated his wife gently. "What's the matter?" "Matter?" snapped her husband. "Simon Rattar has the impudence to tell me he is letting the farm of Castleknowe to that fellow Shearer after all!" "But why not? You meant to some time ago, I know." "Some time ago, certainly.
Simon himself the most capable and upright of men, but that the firm of Rattar had always conducted its business in a manner that was above reproach. Mr. Carrington had made one or two slightly cynical but perfectly good-natured comments on lawyers in general, but he got no countenance from the Superintendent so far as Mr. Rattar and his business were concerned.
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