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The Spaniard said an African mail-boat from England was coming in, and Barbara was conscious of some relief. Cartwright was on board and would arrive sooner than she had thought; the boat had obviously not called at Madeira, the time-bills stated. Cartwright would know how to deal with Shillito if he bothered her again. In the meantime she mused about Lister.
The jar shook the other, his grasp got slack, and Lister saw that for a moment the advantage was his. Using a desperate effort he pushed his antagonist back and struck him a smashing blow. Shillito vanished and a crash in the gloom indicated that he had fallen on an aloe in a tub by the path. Lister leaned against the rail and laughed, because he knew aloe spikes are sharp.
Having settled all these matters to his satisfaction, and certainly to that of the Revd. It was bruited that he had gone abroad to nurse a health that was seriously impaired through his incredible exertions over the Shillito case. He left his cousin Vivie free to espouse the Suffrage cause, even unto the extremest militancy.
She looked at him sharply and then exclaimed: "Oh! the newspapers said there was a struggle on the train! Somebody helped the police and got hurt. It was you. Shillito knew you had meddled. You got the cut for me!" "We agreed we wouldn't talk about Shillito. I got the cut because I didn't want to see a young police trooper knocked out. People who meddle do get hurt now and then.
His thin face was finely molded, his eyes and hair were very black, and his figure was marked by an agile grace. He looked up sharply as Cartwright advanced. "I want you for a few minutes," Cartwright said roughly, as if he gave an order. Shillito frowned, but went with him to the back veranda. Although the night was warm and an electric light burned under the roof, nobody was about.
Duveen's face was inscrutable and Lister wondered whether he doubted his statement. He was annoyed because the other knew so much. "Oh, well," said Duveen, "I expect you heard they didn't catch Shillito, and since he got across the frontier, it's possible the Canadian police won't see him again. But I must get ready for supper. Will you stay?"
She was angry and humiliated, but perhaps the worst was she had a vague notion Cartwright might be justified. It was very strange Shillito had gone. All the same, she did not mean to submit. Her mother's placid conventionality had long irritated her; one got tired of galling rules and criticism. She was not going to be molded into a calculating prude like Grace, or a prig like Mortimer.
She noticed at this time that Grimthorpe Shillito went on several occasions to London to consult a specialist. He complained of indigestion, was rather thin, and balder than ever, and difficult to please in his food and appetite. This was her opportunity. She would have said, had she been convicted, that he had driven her to it by his cruelties: that's as may be.
"So far I haven't decided to leave Las Palmas." "Then I imagine you had better decide now. If money is a difficulty, I might lend you enough for a second-class passage, but that is all." Shillito smiled. "If you want to get rid of me, you'll have to go higher. I reckon it's worth while!" "I think not," said Cartwright, dryly.
"Oh, well," said Shillito, "let's talk about something else. I didn't calculate to meet you at Las Palmas, but when I saw you in the calle, I hoped you might, after all, be kind for old times' sake. However, it's obvious you have no use for me, and if you are willing to make it easier, I'll pull out and leave you alone." Barbara gave him a keen glance. She had known he wanted something.
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