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"Hobhouse will look after me," I assured her. She glanced at me with a look in her eyes that gave me a little thrill, and then I saw a slight shiver run over her. "You are too brave to realise what danger you are in! Remember Bolton!" "Believe me, Miss Rendall, I am just as careful of my skin as other people, but there is absolutely no danger so long as they don't spot me."
He smiled at me, but with a curiously furtive eye, and then he shut the door and came forward. "You have had tea, I hope," said he. I wasted no time in preliminaries. Keeping my right hand closed over the revolver in my pocket I held out the pocket book with my left. "Dr. Rendall," I said, "you have heard that Bolton's pocket book has been found. Here it is. Kindly look at that entry."
I had interfered with you once, but I wasn't going to do it again. In fact I tried to reassure you by talking of my walk with Mr. Merton." "Miss Rendall," I said, "I am a child at this game. You did reassure me. I have been as clay in your hands. But tell me one thing more. Why on earth did you come out with me on that first walk armed with that horse pistol?"
"I happen to know for certain of Dr. Rendall and his cousin Mr. Philip Rendall or rather Mr. Philip Rendall's farmer, but from all I saw and all I heard I fancy the difficulty will be to find a house that did not sell something." He nodded thoughtfully. "That's exactly the difficulty," he said, and then he rose and held out his hand. "Goodnight, Mr.
"That blind certainly does not come down at a touch," he said to himself, "and there is not a sign of its having been repaired within the last few years. Therefore it did not drop accidentally six months ago." That afternoon, as the weather had cleared somewhat, Dr. Rendall proposed walking over to his cousin's house and presenting Mr. Hobhouse to the laird and his daughter.
Such an amateur way of keeping watch and ward in such a vital area seemed hardly credible, but I learned afterwards that in those early days of the war that was one of the things which actually happened. Another fact also made me doubtful. On the night I landed I had met no watchers. "Who watches the shore up at the north end near the Scollays' farm?" I asked. "Oh, Dr. Rendall and Mr.
A woman, of all things, I was to beware of; but I knew I was perfectly safe to throw overboard the whole collection of cautions: and already I had a strong suspicion I should be far from a loser by it. Miss Rendall seemed, in fact, to have distinctly more natural capacity for detective work than I had, judging by her performances so far.
"What what has that to do with it?" he stammered. "Don't trouble to try and hedge. As a matter of fact I am Merton and I saw the blind go down myself. Since then we have always been on your tracks, Dr. Rendall." "I swear that that had nothing to do with treason!"
I wondered very much. "When did they wire for you?" I asked. "Somewhere round about mid-day." "And what did they say?" "'They'?" repeated my cousin. "Why drag in the fair Miss Rendall? Her father did the wiring. At least I presume so." "Assuming he did, what did he say?" "Suspicious stranger come to Ransay gave incorrect account of himself that was the gist of it.
Hobhouse stayed at home and finished his novel. It was on the evening of the day after the tragedy, when the doctor and he were sitting over the smoking room fire, lighting their pipes after tea, that the bell rang. "Hallo, who's that at this hour?" said the doctor. I heard a heavy footstep in the passage, and guessed, but the only announcement was that a gentleman wished to see Dr. Rendall.
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