Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 26, 2025
Besides, I've got someone coming to tea." The ready lie slipped easily off Enid Crofton's tongue, as Jack Tosswill looked down into her face with a strained, pleading look. They were standing in the deserted road close to the outside door set in the lichen-covered wall of The Trellis House. It was already getting dusk, for they had been for a long walk. "I shall never, never forget to-day!"
Trotman's fault; he said Josephine ought to come home." But his mother went on a little wildly: "It isn't an easy job, taking over another woman's children and doing the very best you can for them! To-day, Timmy, you've made me feel as if I was sorry that I ever did it." "Sorry that you married Daddy?" asked Timmy in an awe-struck voice. Janet Tosswill nodded.
She went on: "It was suggested at the inquest that the chemist who made up a certain heart tonic Colonel Crofton had been in the habit of taking for some time, had put in a far larger dose of strychnine than was right." Janet Tosswill repeated in a startled tone: "Strychnine! You don't mean to say the poor man committed suicide with that horrible poison?"
He saw the colour again receding from her face. "Don't for a moment believe I think there is any phantom dog there," he said soothingly. "All I believe and what you have told me confirmed my theory is that Timmy Tosswill can not only see what's in your subconscious mind, but that he can build up a kind of image of it and produce what is called, I believe, in the East, collective hypnotism.
All four ladies decided immediately that Mrs. Crofton must be much better off than she had implied in the letter she had written to Mr. Tosswill some weeks ago. Timmy, alone of them all, on that first evening, felt strongly about their visitor. Already he was jealous of the pretty, pathetic-looking young widow. It irritated him to think that she was a friend of his godfather.
Timmy also always knew how to manage his delicate, nervous father. John Tosswill realised that Timmy might some day grow up to do him credit. Timmy really loved learning, and it was a pleasure to the scholar to teach his clever, impish, youngest son. Meanwhile Janet, who had remained on in the drawing-room, got up from the sofa and, going into the corridor, opened the dining-room door.
'Twas a witch you must have had among ye're ancestresses in the long ago." He gripped her hand, and went out to his two-seater, his mind still full of his friend's strange little son. Then all at once he could not have told you why Dr. O'Farrell's mind switched off to something very different, and he went back into the hall again. "A word more with ye, Mrs. Tosswill.
If you like, I'll cut you some beautiful fairy figures out of that paper, and then we can pretend they're dancing." He looked round and espied a chair, which he brought up close to the bed. Rosie was far too excited and shy to speak. "What's your name?" he began. "Mine is Timothy Godfrey Radmore Tosswill." The little girl whispered "Rosamund."
O'Farrell should be sent for, and Jack rushed into the hall to find Betty already at the telephone. Meanwhile Janet Tosswill was doing her best to persuade the victim of Josephine's savage aggression to come upstairs and await the doctor there; but, shudderingly, Enid Crofton refused to stir. A slight diversion was created when Betty came in with a basin of warm water, soap, and a sponge.
Even at the time they had been uttered, the careless words had annoyed Enid Crofton; and now the recollection of them made her feel quite angry. All her life long money had played a great part in this very pretty woman's inmost thoughts. Betty Tosswill sat up in bed and told herself that it was Friday morning. Then she remembered what it was that was going to happen to-day.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking