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And so the two Gaffneys went off on their respective missions, and Allerdyke looked at his manager and made a grimace. "It's like a lot of blind men seeking for something they couldn't see if it was shoved under their very noses, Ambler!" he said cynically. "Is it any good?" "Maybe," replied Appleyard. "That Albert Gaffney's a smart chap he'll not lose sight of Rayner once he begins to track him.
Ambler Appleyard took his time and selected the likeliest place he could find after much inspection of many similar places. If you wanted male society, you could find it in the smoking-room and the billiard-room; if you desired feminine influences there was a pleasing variety in the drawing-room and the lounges.
To examine it there was impossible, for of such a character was it that I had no intention, as yet, to arouse the suspicions of the police. I intended at the earliest moment to apprise my friend, Ambler Jevons, of the facts and with him pursue an entirely independent inquiry.
Each and every one of the problems was inscrutable. Others, of which I was unaware, had probably occurred to my friend. To him, just as to me, the secrets were seven. "Now, be frank with me, Ambler," I said, after a long pause. "You've gained knowledge of some of them, haven't you?" By his manner I saw that he was in possession of information of no ordinary character.
It might soothe, caress, even reprimand, but it could never jest; for life to Mrs. Ambler was soft, yet serious, like a continued prayer to a pleasant and tender Deity. "I'm sure I don't see how you stood it," said Betty, sympathetically. "Oh, I rode, my dear," returned her mother. "I used to ride very often with your father or or one of the others. I had a brown mare named Zephyr."
Ambler came in upon her. "Why, Betty! Betty!" she cried in horror. Betty turned with a start, wrapped in her shining hair. "It is the only thing left to do, mamma," she said desperately. "I am going to dye it. It isn't ladylike, I know, but red hair isn't ladylike either. I have tried conjuring, and it won't conjure, so I'm going to dye it." "Betty! Betty!" was all Mrs.
On Saturdays he would ride over to Uplands, and discuss his schemes for the uplifting of the negroes with the Governor and Mrs. Ambler; and once he even went so far as to knock at Rainy-day Jones's door and hand him a pamphlet entitled "The Duties of the Slaveholder."
I knew it was useless to question him further. Indeed, at that moment heavy footsteps sounded upon the stairs, and two constables, conducted by the shuffling old man, appeared upon the scene. "We have sent for you," Ambler explained. "This man is dead died suddenly, we believe."
Behind him a man said: "The favourite's beat. What's that in blue on the rails?" Out by himself on the far rails, out by himself, sweeping along like a home-coming bird, was the Ambler. And George's heart leaped, as a fish leaps of a summer evening out of a dark pool. "They'll never catch him. The Ambler wins! It's a walk-over! The Ambler!"
"Something must happen, mamma, or I shall go mad," she said one day, breaking in upon Mrs. Ambler as she sorted a heap of old letters in the library. "But what? What?" asked Virginia from the shadow of the window seat. "Surely you don't want a battle, Betty?" Mrs. Ambler shuddered. "Don't tempt Providence, dear," she said seriously, untying a faded ribbon about a piece of old parchment.
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