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The young people then began to congratulate themselves on their success as regarded Miss Crampton. "She scarcely stayed five minutes, and she was so afraid of the machine, and so shocked at the whittling and the talk, and Cray's whole appearance, that she will not come near us while he is here. After that, the stair-rods will protect us."
Harley, and asked for certain information regarding the neighbourhood." "I did," said Harley, shortly. "The questions which you asked me were," continued the Inspector, slowly and impressively, "did I know of any negro or coloured people living in, or about, Mid-Hatton, and could I give you a list of the residents within a two-mile radius of Cray's Folly.
"And remembered that there were emetics in the cruet-stand," said Father Brown. "Exactly. He threw the cruet in the dustbin where I found it, along with other silver for the sake of a burglary blind. But if you look at that pepper-pot I put on the table, you'll see a small hole. That's where Cray's bullet struck, shaking up the pepper and making the criminal sneeze." There was a silence.
Some spy had told him there was a Chinaman living here. Oh, I don't know how he found out, but when I heard who was coming to Cray's Folly I thought I should die. "Something I must tell you now. When I had told my story to Colin, one thing I had not told him, because I was afraid what he might do. I had not told him the name of the man who had caused me to suffer so much.
Here I found the bar-parlour full of local customers, and although a heated discussion was in progress as I opened the door, silence fell upon my appearance. Mrs. Wootton greeted me sadly. "Ah, sir," she said, as she placed a mug before me; "of course you've heard?" "I have, madam," I replied, perceiving that she did not know me to be a guest at Cray's Folly. "Well, well!" She shook her head.
"This hypothesis, Knox, does not embrace the Bat Wing episodes." "If Menendez has lied upon one point," I returned, "it is permissible to suppose that his entire story was merely a tissue of falsehood." "I see. But why did he bring me to Cray's Folly?" "Don't you understand, Harley?" I cried, excitedly. "He really feared for his life, since he knew that Camber had discovered the intrigue."
Later I was to regard that enchanted demesne with something akin to horror; but as we stood there watching a gardener clipping the bushes I thought that although Cray's Folly might be adjudged ugly, its grounds were delightful. Suddenly Harley turned to our host. "Where is the famous tower?" he enquired. "It is not visible from the front of the house, nor from the drive."
Cray's nephew fell back in consternation and eyed her dumbly as she laughed. All mirth is not contagious, and he was easily able to refrain from joining in this. "I can't understand," said Miss Roset as she wiped a tear-dimmed eye "I can't understand how you could have thought I should be so stupid." "I've been a fool," said the other, bitterly, as he retreated to the door. "Good-by."
"Did you hear something?" she whispered, "a queer sort of sound?" "No," I replied, "what kind of sound?" "An odd sort of sound, almost like the flapping of wings." I saw that she had turned pale, I saw the confirmation of something which I had only partly realised before: that her life at Cray's Folly was a constant fight against some haunting shadow. Her gaiety, her lightness, were but a mask.
Then, suddenly, came a loud flapping of wings. The swans had been awakened by the sound of the shot. Others had been awakened, too, for now distant voices became audible, and then a muffled scream from somewhere within Cray's Folly. "Back to the house, Knox," said Harley, hoarsely. "For God's sake keep the women away. Get Pedro, and send Manoel for the nearest doctor. It's useless but usual.
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