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Henson's face was white and hot and wet, his lips trembled. He was horribly afraid. Chris patted the silky head and dismissed the dog with a curt command. He went off instantly with a wistful, backward look in his eye. "We are going to be great friends, that doggie and I," Chris said, gaily. "And I don't like you any the better, Mr. Henson, because you don't like dogs and they don't like you.
I was told as Bell had got hold of the second Rembrandt owing to Henson's carelessness, and that he was pretty certain to bring it here. He did bring it here, and I tried to stop him on the way, and he half killed me." "Those half measures are so unsatisfactory," Littimer smiled. Merritt grinned. He fully appreciated the humour of the remark.
Its top is still upholstered in a sun-shaped thing which was once yellow satin and now tattered and torn, and hardly anybody ever rides in it, but when a new boarder comes Miss Susanna always says, in that queenly way of hers, "You will take the carriage to the station, Henson," and Uncle Henson's old gray head bows as if at royal orders, and they do not know they are playing a part that belongs to the days that are no more.
"I had it in my fingers I took it for the purpose from my waistcoat-pocket. Then I saw Henson's eye on me and I changed my mind. I wish I had been more sober." Bell was examining a pot a little lower down. A piece had been chipped off, leaving a sharp, clean, red edge with a tiny tip of hair upon it. "You fell here," he exclaimed. "Your head struck the pot. Here is a fragment of your hair on it.
All the same, the Rembrandt the other one is destroyed." "Van Sneck has seen the picture," Littimer said, doggedly. "Oh, play the farce out to the end," Henson laughed, good-humouredly. "Where did he see it?" "He says he saw it at 218, Brunswick Square." Henson's knees suddenly came up to his nose, then he lay quite flat again for a long time.
Then she led the way back so as to get on Henson's tracks. He was walking on ahead of her now, beating time softly to the music of the faintly distant song with his cigar. Enid could distinctly see the sweep of the red circle. "Hold him, Dan," she whispered. "Watch, Prance; watch, boy." There was a low growl as the hounds found the scent and dashed forward.
He did not need anybody to tell him what was the object of his late antagonist's attack. He knew perfectly well that if the ruffian had got the better of him he would never have seen the Rembrandt again. Henson's hounds were on the track; but it would go hard if they pulled the quarry down just as the sanctuary was in sight. Presently Bell could see the lights of the castle.
The words of Guicciardini came into my mind, "The most fatal of all neutralities is that which results not from choice, but from irresolution." There is much to be learned, I think, from a study of Dr. Henson's personality.
Reginald Henson, sir," Lund said, disparagingly. Bell started, but his emotion was lost in the darkness. It came as a great surprise to him to find that the enemy was actually in the field. And how apprehensive of danger he must be to come so far with his health in so shattered a condition. Bell smiled to himself as he pictured Henson's face on seeing him once more under that roof.
She bowed as if to some imaginary personage and moved with dignity towards the door. Reginald Henson stood aside and opened it for her. She passed into the dim hall as if absolutely unconscious of his presence. Enid flashed a look of defiance at him as she disappeared into the gloom and floating dust. Henson's face changed instantly, as if a mask had fallen from his smug features.
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