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With them the two London women were to stop until after the wedding. Saxondale was to visit his grim old castle in Luxemburg for several days before coming up to Brussels, and he was not to leave England for another week. Baron St. Auge was looking over his estates in the north of Belgium, but was expected home before the week's end. Mr.
"You certainly are, my dear," said Lady Saxondale, smiling at her, then glancing involuntarily into the faces of the others, a queer expression in her eyes. "Where is mamma? I must go to her at once, Lady Saxondale. The wretches were so cruel to her and to poor Uncle Henry good heavens! Tell me! They did not did not kill her!"
Now, really, dear, how far do you imagine your hearsay evidence which is no evidence at all goes with the fair magistrate? What would be your verdict if some one were to come to you and say, 'Saxondale is a blackguard, a rascal, a cutthroat?" "I confess I'd say it was not true," she said, turning quite red. "The chances are you wouldn't even ask for proof.
When the dinner gong rang, she was ready to face the party, but there was a lively thumping in her breast as she made her way down the steps. At the bottom she was met by Lady Saxondale, and a rnoment later Lord Bob carne up, smiling and good-natured.
With a trembling voice Lady Saxondale read: "I have found a way, and I am going, if nothing prevents. With the help of my good angel I shall soon be far from this place. A holy man in passing saw my signal of distress and promised rescue. You have been good to me, and I can only repay you by refusing to expose you. This priest does not know who you are.
"I can't say that I have er I mean don't no, I should say both," murmured he distractedly. "Does she live here?" "She resides in a house, not in a railway station," observed Lady Jane, with a cutting sarcasm of which she was rather proud. Lady Saxondale turned her face away and buried a convulsive smile in her handkerchief. "I mean in Brussels," floundered Dickey, his wits in the wind.
By George, she was a pretty girl, too. Of course, I remember her. But that was ages ago. She was fourteen and I was nineteen. You are right, Lady Saxondale. I'll confess to having regarded her as the fairest creature the sun ever shone upon. For six solid, delicious months she was the foundation of every thought that touched my brain. And then well, what happened then?
The famous abduction was a part of the game and it was abetted by the supposed victim." "But there is a reward for her return to Brussels," interrupted the Luxemburg official, speaking for the first time. "I must insist that she come with me." "The reward is for Dorothy Garrison, is it not?" demanded Saxondale. "Yes, my lord."
Savage was to join him in Brussels about the middle of August, and Lord and Lady Saxondale promised faithfully to come to that city at a moment's notice. He went blithely away with the firm conviction in his heart that it was not to be a fool's errand. But he was reckoning without the woman in the case.
"He has gone up the valley, headed for one of the little towns, and will steer clear of the Luxemburg officers for fear they may demand a part of the reward." "God, Saxondale, are those horses never coming?" fumed Quentin. "I won't wait!" and he was off like a madman through the gate and down the steep. Behind him tore Turk, the faithful.
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