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She had offered it purely out of good nature, and because, although only related by marriage Lord Thurwell was the elder brother of Mr. Thurwell, of Thurwell Court, and the head of the family still there was no one else to perform such a service for Helen.
"Then come now!" said Helen quickly. "We are all alone for the evening, fancy that, and we can't go out anywhere because we haven't an escort. Do come!" He looked at Lady Thurwell. "It will be a real charity if you will," she said, smiling graciously. "We shall be bored to death alone." "I shall be delighted," he answered at once. "About eight o'clock, I suppose?"
"I can't say that I follow you, Miss Thurwell," he said, shaking his head. "All I know is that I can prove this Mr. Bernard Brown, or Bernard Maddison, or whatever else he chooses to call himself, guilty of that murder. That's what we want, isn't it?" A cold chill passed over her, and she was compelled to sink into the chair which stood by her side.
Those few moments of intense abstraction had their own peculiar pleasure for her, and it was only the sound of the far-off clock borne by the wind across the moor from Thurwell Court which recalled her to herself. Then she started, and in a moment more would have been on her way home. But that lingering farewell glance toward Falcon's Nest suddenly changed into a startled fearful gaze.
"The Miss Thurwell case is plain before us, is it not? There is nothing fresh, is there? No fresh business, eh, my son?" Mr. Benjamin started, and abandoned his reflections. "No; nothing fresh, dad. It was the Thurwell affair I was thinking of. Give me the keys, will you?" Mr. Levy leaned back in his chair and produced from his trousers pocket a jingling bunch of keys. Mr.
They'll reprieve him. That's what they'll do." "I don't care a blooming fig which it is, so long as it comes off. Do you remember what I told you when Miss Thurwell first came here, dad?" "Perfectly, my son, perfectly. You said that our fortune was made. Those were your very words," he added, with glistening eyes. "Our fortune is made." "And what I said I'll stick to," Mr. Benjamin declared.
Once more Helen and her father sat at breakfast out on the sheltered balcony of Thurwell Court. Below them the gardens, still slightly coated with the early morning dew, were bathed in the glittering sunshine, and in the distance, and over the tops of the trees in the park, a slight feathery mist was curling upward.
There was a ghastly shade in his pale face, and his voice trembled. "Miss Thurwell," he exclaimed in an agitated tone, "you must not come! Let me take you back. Something has happened! I am going to Rachel. Come with me." She drew away from him, and threw off his restraining arm. "No; I must see for myself. Let me pass, please at once." He tried again to prevent her, but she eluded him.
It was the first time they had come together since the terrible night at Thurwell Court, when their eyes had met for an awful moment over the dead body of Rachel Kynaston. The memory of that scene flashed into the minds of both of them; from hers, indeed, it had seldom been absent.
Roberts holds himself open to take the brief for your defence, if I wire him before midday." "I seldom change my mind," Bernard Maddison said quietly. "In the present case I shall not do so. If it seems to me that there is anything which should be said on my behalf, I shall say it myself." There was a short silence. Mr. Dewes looked at Mr. Thurwell, and Mr.
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