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You were at Rickwell on the night it was committed." "I was. I came over from the yacht at Gravesend to tell Morley she was waiting his orders there, and to tell Denham also. He had appointed a meeting there for me. I came on a motor-bicycle. What of that?" "A man called Scott told Steel that you were in Rickwell." "I admit it. I know Scott. He has turned King's evidence.
"Oh, great heavens!" moaned the Princess, wringing her hands; "what would your father say if he heard?" "He will never know unless you tell him, mother. I can look after myself easily. No one molested me. I had a cup of coffee at a stall this morning, and went again to see Steel. He has gone out of town." "To Rickwell?" asked Giles eagerly; then he remembered. "I can't understand.
"I call Anne Denham some one," she replied coolly, "so you haven't found her yet, poor soul!" "No; I have looked everywhere. She has vanished like a bubble." "It is just as well. You couldn't possibly marry her and bring her back to Rickwell as your wife." "Why not? She is innocent. You said yourself that she was." "And I believe it. I have stood up for her all through.
However, Ware had an idea foolish enough that some instinct would guide him to her side, and, therefore, as soon as he recovered sufficiently to travel he crossed the Channel with Trim. He left Rickwell about three weeks after his interview with Morley. Time enough, as he well knew, for Anne to change her place of residence. But he trusted to luck.
From a wound under the left shoulder-blade a crimson stream had welled forth, and the snow was stained with a brilliant red. The staring eyes of the groom looked over his shoulder as he turned the body face upwards. Then Giles uttered a cry. Here was Daisy Kent lying dead murdered on her father's grave! Never before had any event created such a sensation in the village of Rickwell.
Giles noted his thin face, his short red beard, and his large black eyes. His age was probably something over fifty, and he looked ill, worried, and worn. Wondering who he was and what brought him to such an out-of-the-way place as Rickwell at such a time, Giles settled himself comfortably in his seat to hear the sermon. The vicar was not a particularly original preacher.
There is no chance of trouble with Asher now." Morley shook his head with a jolly laugh. "They won't send down another Walter Franklin, if that is what you mean," said he. "They did not send him down. He came himself." "Yes. I only spoke generally. Well, I'll be sorry to go, for I have made some pleasant friends in Rickwell yourself amongst the number. But my wife insists, so I must humor her.
He thought that not knowing his real errand, she was feigning ignorance for the sake of her friend's safety. "I am sorry she has not spoken to you about me," he remarked, "for then you would know that I wish her well." "Oh, I know that. Anne I may as well call her Anne to you, Mr. Ware wrote to me from Rickwell several times. She told me all about you.
She had frequently travelled from that centre as Miss Denham, and he would be sure to recognize her, even though she wore a veil. Anne, as Giles judged, would not risk such recognition. Certainly there was another station ten miles distant, which was very little used by the Rickwell people. She might have tramped that distance, and have taken a ticket to London from there.
"When I left you in London, sir," he said, "I wondered where Morley had taken Miss Anne. From what I knew I guessed that he would not carry her to the Priory at Rickwell. It then struck me that he might use the yacht. Since Steel took up the case she has changed her name and her appearance, for Morley and Denham were both afraid lest she might be found out.
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