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His voice sank almost to a whisper, but Enid Crofton felt as if the terrible sentence was being shouted for all the world to hear. Timmy's eyes were now fixed on the gay-looking blue rug spread out before the fender to his right. He was remembering something he had done of which he was ashamed. Then he lifted his head and began again staring at the space between Mrs. Crofton's chair and the wall.
"The Coroner, who I suppose naturally wished to spare Mrs. Crofton's feelings, told the jury that it was plain that Colonel Crofton was a very bad-tempered man. But the people with whom I was staying, and who drove me over to look at the God-forsaken old house where the Croftons lived, said that local feeling was very much against her.
It was indeed subject for confidence if Doctor Craig's skilful hands were those now at Jeannette's service. But there is no beguiling such periods of suspense with assurance of former successes in similar cases. Jeannette's family had need of all their fortitude for the bearing of such suspense before Doctor Westfall, the Crofton's family physician from the home city, appeared in the doorway.
"It's that red-headed boy of Joe Crofton's," chuckled Aunt Jane. "Nobody'd ever think he was born in Kentucky; now, would they? Old Man Bob Crawford used to say that every country boy in this state was a sort o' half-brother to a horse. But that boy yonder ain't no kin to the filly he's tryin' to ride. There's good blood in that filly as sure's you're born.
Often when she fell asleep, there would come to her a strange and horrible nightmare. It was such a queer, uncanny kind of dream for a grown-up woman to have! She used to dream that she was a rat and that Colonel Crofton's own terrier, a fierce brute called Dandy, was after her. "That's Flick! Perhaps I'd better go and let him out?" Timmy jumped up as he spoke.
That surely proved him to be somewhat peculiar. During the whole of her not very long life she had been petted and spoilt, admired and sheltered, by almost everyone with whom fate had brought her in contact. Enid Crofton's father had been a paymaster in the Royal Navy named Joseph Catlin.
Thomas Crofton's deepest chest tones. "Hear, hear!" Dr. Jefferson Craig's shout drowned out Mrs. Crofton's groan. "O Ches I'll come and keep house for you part of the year, anyhow!" This was dainty Rosalie, her silk-stockinged ankles swinging wildly, as she sat upon the porch rail.
I actually flattered myself that I had conquered a peace. "I want to ride with you as far as Crofton's," he added. "I have been very busy getting ready, and haven't had time to black my boots yet. It's a pretty stylish party I'm going to, and I want to look as scrumptious as any of them. Will you black them for me? I'll be much obliged to you if you will."
She had telegraphed £200 to her sister-in-law from Italy, and this sum of ready money had been very useful during that tragic week and even afterwards, for the insurance people had made a certain amount of fuss after Colonel Crofton's sad suicide, "while of unsound mind," and this had caused a disagreeable delay.
As the three sat down, Timmy upset the narrow oak stool on which he had placed himself with a great clatter, and Radmore suddenly realised that he had made a mistake in bringing the boy. For the first time since his return to England he saw something like a frown gather on Mrs. Crofton's face. Perhaps, unlike most nice women, she didn't like children?
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