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"Now," he said, "let's sit down and rest awhile. Simmonds tells me it was you who called him, Mr. Godfrey. How did you happen to discover the crime?" The question was asked carelessly, but I could feel the alert mind behind it. I knew that Godfrey felt it, too, from the way in which he told the story, for he told it carefully, and yet with an air of keeping nothing back.
He reeled rather than walked into the room, one hand clutching at his throat, as though he were choking. "Get him a chair," said Grady, and Simmonds brought one forward and remained standing beside it. "Now, my man," Grady continued, "you'll have to brace up. What's the matter with you, anyhow? Didn't you ever see a dead man before?" "It ain't that," gasped Rogers.
"Well, perhaps so, but hardly this- person," as his native fastidiousness rose at the sight. "No, sir," said the porter. "Captain Henderson and Mr. Simmonds, they have specially cautioned me who I lets in." The man grumbled something about swells and insolence, and Lance, with his usual instinct of courtesy, lingered to say "This is quite a private rehearsal- only the persons concerned!"
"Findings, keepings," responded Simmonds. "Let's look," said Penryhn. "Why, that is Buller's knife!" "Ah, ah! how do you know that?" "Why, it has a punch in it; he lent it me to punch a hole in my strap when we got home from skating one day. It has his name engraved upon it somewhere; there it is, look, on that plate `T. Buller'."
"I assure you there is not a man living who understands my special type of car better," he protested. "That isn't what I mean, so don't wriggle. You met Simmonds when he was in trouble, and just offered to take his place for a day or so, thereby doing him a good turn isn't that the truth?" "Yes." "And you are not in the automobile business?" "I am, for the time being."
The arrangement was that to-day's spin should be a short one to Brighton. I was to take the ladies to Epsom in time for the Derby, and then we were to run quietly to the Metropole. Miss Vanrenen made such a point of seeing the race that she will be horribly disappointed. There is an American horse entered " "By gad, another gambler!" Simmonds laughed grimly.
At merrymakings, no one was so lively or social as Miss Simmonds: in the chamber of sickness, no hand so gentle and no step so light as hers; and when death visited a household, her services were indispensible. Although occupying a humble position in life, she was very much respected by all who knew her.
"Now, M. Simmón," he said, briskly, in an altered voice, "if you will have the kindness to hold the drawer for a moment in this position, I will draw the serpent's fangs. There is not the slightest danger," he added, seeing that Simmonds very naturally hesitated.
"And how far is the Symon's Yat Hotel, measured by that rule?" "Half a mile, sir, down that there lane." While traveling slowly in the narrow way, Simmonds turned his head. "It doesn't follow that because the boy saw Viscount Medenham yesterday his lordship is here now, sir," he said. "You just do as you are told and pass no remarks," snapped Vanrenen.
Cynthia, knowing nothing of any "new American engine," would die rather than confess her ignorance. Moreover, she was pondering a problem of her own. If it was not his master's car he might be open to a bargain. "Simmonds is an old friend of yours, I suppose?" she said. "Yes, I have known him some years. We were in South Africa together." "In the war, do you mean?" "Yes." "How dreadful!
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