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Clutsam seemed about to speak, but her eyes met those of Lady Ruth fixed on her with an expressionless gaze, and she turned round without a word and took up her discarded pen. They were both thinking the same thing. If David concealed his feelings in the presence of Miss Tarver he was not so successful when he was in Juliet's neighbourhood.
But you, when you were looking for it, did you, among all the papers you examined, ever come across such a thing as a will?" "No, never," she replied. "Mrs. Clutsam told me it could not be found. You may be sure, if I had discovered one which did not leave you everything, I should have destroyed it." "Dear little Julia!" Mark drew her to him and kissed her. "How sweet you are.
"Well, the money will be very useful to poor David," said Mrs. Clutsam, without turning her head. She was rather annoyed because she had found that she had written "I am so glad you can kill pigs," instead of "I am so glad you can come" to some one she had invited to stay with her. "There's plenty of money on this side of the duck pond, or whatever they call it," said Lady Ruth severely.
There were Lady Ruth Worsfold and Mrs. Clutsam; they are both cousins of Lord Ashiel's, and he lends them little houses that belong to him near here, but they were staying at the castle for a week or two. Then there was Miss Julia Romaninov. She is half a Russian, and Lord Ashiel's sister, who is away just now, had invited her. An American girl, Miss Tarver, a great heiress, was there too.
"Tell me," he begged, "who are those two ladies waiting for the boat?" Juliet's eyes followed the direction of his own. "Those," she said, "are Mrs. Clutsam and Miss Julia Romaninov." "Ah," Gimblet murmured. "They were among your fellow-guests at the castle, weren't they?" "Yes." Juliet's reply was short and a little cold.
"Perhaps," he added, "she is at Mrs. Clutsam's. I daresay that's the truth of it." "She can't be there," Lady Ruth answered. "Mrs. Clutsam told me she was going out all day, to-day, to visit her husband's sister who is staying somewhere twenty miles from here on the Oban road, and longing, of course, to hear all about the murder at first hand.
They were sitting in the hall, and Lady Ruth looked up from her embroidery as she spoke, with art interrogative glance towards Mrs. Clutsam and Julia. "Chicago," said Mrs. Clutsam, turning round from the table where she was writing. "That's where she comes from." "Yes, that's it," said Lady Ruth; "the name had slipped my memory. It's the place where they all kill pigs, isn't it?
Most men would. "Mrs. Clutsam lives in another small house of my father's, near here," she replied stiffly. "She asked Miss Romaninov to stay with her for a few days till she could arrange where to go to. This disaster naturally upset every one's plans." "She has a beautiful face," said Gimblet. "Who would think " he murmured, and stopped abruptly. "Perhaps you would like me to introduce you?"
Clutsam, a young widow, he had also provided this year with a small house on the estate which was sometimes let to fishing tenants, and she, too, was at present staying at Inverashiel. The guns consisted of Col.
Clutsam went away too; she had some one coming to stay with her at her own house near by. Both the young men went stalking on different parts of the forest, and Lord Ashiel and I, with the two other girls, spent the morning on the loch trolling for salmon; but we didn't get a rise. "In the afternoon I walked up the river with Julia Romaninov; we talked about our schooldays.
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