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Updated: June 13, 2025
The other day Mr. Hardyman called at my house, and saw Isabel." "Yes," said Miss Pink, politely attentive, but not in the least interested, so far. "That's not all ma'am. Mr. Hardyman admires Isabel; he owned it to me himself in so many words." Miss Pink listened, with a courteous inclination of her head. She looked mildly gratified, nothing more.
Even his accent in speaking had altered to a certain degree. The quiet, dreary monotone in which he habitually spoke quickened a little under his present excitement. As for Isabel, she was too deeply interested in Tommie's welfare to suspect that she was being made the victim of a stratagem. She left the door and returned to Hardyman with eager eyes.
He received a letter from the Continent which claimed his immediate attention. One of the sovereigns of Europe had decided on making some radical changes in the mounting and equipment of a cavalry regiment; and he required the assistance of Hardyman in that important part of the contemplated reform which was connected with the choice and purchase of horses.
Hardyman pushed steadily forward through the obstacle of the farm to the question of the farm's master. "You like being here," he repeated. "Do you like Me?" This was serious. Isabel drew back a little, and looked at him. He waited with the most impenetrable gravity for her reply. "I think you can hardly expect me to answer that question," she said "Why not?"
Not a sign of Tommie was to be seen. Hardyman instantly directed the servants to search in the cottage and out of the cottage for the dog. The order was obeyed with all needful activity and intelligence, and entirely without success. For the time being at any rate, Tommie was lost.
Chafing at the delay, Hardyman was obliged to sit at his desk, signing checks and passing accounts, with the dogcart waiting in the stable yard. A knock at the door startled him in the middle of his work. "Come in," he called out sharply. He looked up, expecting to see one of the guests or one of the servants. It was Moody who entered the room.
The gentleman so strangely addressed had exchanged significant glances during the delivery of this incoherent speech; and, quite confirmed in their previous impression, Mr. Hardyman, as their spokesman, interrupted the speaker, to inform him that he was the suspected assassin of his aunt!
I can tell you, if you do, that Alfred Hardyman is the younger son of one of the oldest barons in the English Peerage, and that his mother is related by marriage to the Royal family of Wurtemberg." Miss Pink received the full shock of this information without receding from her position by a hair-breadth.
"Don't let me detain you, sir," he said, sadly. "Good-morning!" Hardyman left him without ceremony. Moody, slowly following, entered the tent. All the preparations for the luncheon had been completed; nobody was there. The places to be occupied by the guests were indicated by cards bearing their names. Moody found Isabel's card, and put his bracelet inside the folded napkin on her plate.
I am charged to tell you " He stopped, as if the message which he was instructed to deliver was in the last degree distasteful to him. "Well, what were you charged to tell me?" "I was to say that Mr. Hardyman will give you instructions how to treat the dog for the future." Isabel hastened to the door, eager to receive her instructions. Moody stopped her before she could open it.
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