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Ned left him with an expression on his countenance which indicated that the deductive process had already been resumed. Till he arrived at his own door, the laird of Stanesland was unconscious of a single incident of his drive home. All the way his eye stared straight into space. Sometimes a gleam would light it for an instant, and then he would shake his head and the gleam would fade away.
"But it's a good thing, anyway, Miss Farmond, that the laird of Stanesland is no likely to get married." "Isn't he?" she asked, again with that encouraging note. Bisset replied with another question, asked in an ominous voice: "Have ye seen yon castle o' his, miss?" Cicely nodded. "I called there once with Lady Cromarty."
Cromarty of Stanesland stood about 6 feet two and had nothing artistic in his appearance, being a lean strapping man in the neighbourhood of forty, with a keen, thin, weather-beaten face chiefly remarkable for its straight sharp nose, compressed lips, reddish eye-brows, puckered into a slight habitual frown, and the fact that the keen look of the whole was expressed by only one of his eyes, the other being a good imitation but unmistakeably glass.
The book was brought and this time he had about ten minutes to himself before the clerk entered again. "Mr. Cromarty of Stanesland to see you, sir," he announced. This announcement seemed to set the lawyer thinking hard. Then in his abrupt way he said: "Show him in." Mr. Rattar's second visitor was of a different type. Mr.
But supposing Lady Cromarty doesn't believe " "Come straight to Stanesland! Will you?" "Run away again?" "It's the direction you run in that matters," said he. "Now, mind you, that's understood!" She was silent for a little and then she said: "I can't understand why these horrible stories associate Malcolm and me. Why should we have conspired to do such a dreadful thing?"
Besides being a considerable local magnate and a kinsman of the dead baronet, Stanesland had a forcible personality that stood no gainsaying. "Well, sir," said the superintendent, "Mr. Rattar could perhaps explain best " "Explain yourself, Sutherland," said Simon briefly. The superintendent pointed to a spot on the carpet a few paces from the door. "We found Sir Reginald lying there," he said.
"Oh, I don't think him ugly at all. He's very striking looking. I think he is rather handsome." Bisset looked at her with a benevolently reproving eye. "Weel, miss, it's all a matter of taste, but to my mind Stanesland is a fine gentleman, but the vera opposite extreme from a Venus." He broke off and glanced towards the house. "Oh, help us! There's one of thae helpless women crying on me.
One windy afternoon a man on a bicycle struggled up to the door of Stanesland Castle and while waiting for an answer to his ring, studied the front of that ancient building with an expression which would at once have informed his intimates that he was meditating on the principles of Scottish baronial architecture. A few minutes later Mr.
"I can see neither a damned head nor a damned tail to it!" he said to himself as he alighted. Two days later Mr. Ison entered Mr. Simon Rattar's room and informed him that Mr. Cromarty of Stanesland wished to see him on particular business. The lawyer was busy and this interruption seemed for the moment distinctly unwelcome. Then he grunted: "Show him in."
"Look here," said he, with his hand on the door handle, "before you go you've got to swear that you'll come straight to Stanesland if there's another particle of trouble. Swear?" "But what about Miss Cromarty?" she smiled. "Miss Cromarty will say precisely the same as I do," he said with a curiously significant emphasis. "So now, I don't open this door till you promise!"
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