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"I think it is." Hilliard spoke very quietly. "I think it's your business and mine the business of any decent man. There's a chance that Miss Coburn may be in danger. We should make sure." Merriman sat up sharply. "In Heaven's name, what do you mean, Hilliard?" he cried fiercely. "What possible danger could she be in?"
There was no Miss Frost to help her to undress, there was no one to take any notice of her, and there were the fearful stories that Lucy kept hinting at ringing in her ears. Yes, Irene had done dreadful things. Yes, she had. But Irene to her was perfect. She had no fear with her; she was happy with her. But then, Lucy Merriman had said that that was because little Agnes was so well protected.
The lane twisted incessantly, apparently to avoid the larger trees. The surface was the virgin soil of the forest only, but the ruts had been filled roughly with broken stones. Merriman strode on, and suddenly, as he rounded one of the bends, he got the surprise of his life. Coming to meet him along the lane was a girl.
As the train rumbled on through the rapidly darkening country Merriman began once again to picture the details of that excursion.
A certain aspect of the matter which had always lain subconsciously in Merriman's mind was gradually taking concrete form. It had not assumed much importance when the two friends were first discussing their trip, but now that they were actually at grips with the affair it was becoming more obtrusive, and Merriman felt it must be faced. He therefore spoke again.
She takes two days in the Lesque to load, three to run to Hull, two at Ferriby to discharge, and three to return to France. Working from that and her last call here, she should be due back early on Friday morning." "Good!" Merriman exclaimed. "Jolly good! And today is Thursday. We've just time to get ready."
You can choose whether you have me in your room all night or whether you and I spend a happy time in that dear little bower in the plantation." "I cannot choose either," said Rosamund stoutly, "for I will tell you what did happen. I promised Professor Merriman that I would have nothing to do with you for a whole week. At the end of that time I was to give him my decision.
They," he hesitated slightly, and Hilliard read in a different pronoun "they never would join in such a thing." Hilliard took the bull by the horns. "That Miss Coburn would take part in anything shady I don't for a moment believe," he declared, "but I'm afraid I wouldn't be so sure of her father." Merriman shook his head and groaned. "I know you're right," he admitted to the other's amazement.
Merriman had not mentioned him as being among the prisoners; it was possible that he had escaped; but the thought that the brave fellow had perhaps died in that awful hole made Desmond sick at heart. Though the season was now at its hottest, the fresh sea air proved a wonderful tonic to him, and he rapidly regained his strength. The voyage was slow.
"I'd really like your opinion," I said, "on rather a new salad I'm trying. Now would you not " "A salad?" Mis' Merriman repeated. "The chief," she said reflectively, "was very partial to all green salads. I don't think men usually care for them the way he did." "Dear Mrs. Merriman," said I at this, "a cup of bouillon and a bit of chicken breast and a drop of creamed cauliflower "
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