Part 50 (2/2)

”Well, I'm very glad it was all right,” he smiled and began to turn away. ”By the way,” he asked, turning back, ”did he tell you where he is going to now?”

”He didn't see me, sir.”

”You didn't happen to overhear him giving any directions to the chauffeur, did you? I noticed you at an open window.”

For the first time Mary's sympathetic friend began to make her feel a trifle uncomfortable. His eyes seemed to be everywhere.

”I thought I heard him say 'Keldale House,'” she confessed.

”Really!” he exclaimed and seemed to muse for a moment. In fact, he appeared to be still musing as he walked away.

Mary began to wonder very seriously whether Mr. Carrington was going to prove merely a fresh addition to the disquieting mysteries of that house.

x.x.xVII

BISSET'S ADVICE

The short November afternoon was fading into a gusty evening, as Ned Cromarty drew near his fortalice. He carried a gun as usual, and as usual walked with seven league strides. Where the drive pa.s.sed through the sc.r.a.p of stunted plantation it was already dusk and the tortured boughs had begun their night of sighs and tossings. Beyond them, pale daylight lingered and the old house stood up still clear against a broken sky and a grey waste with flitting whitecaps all the way to the horizon. He had almost reached the front door when he heard the sound of wheels behind him. Pausing there, he spied a pony and a governess' car, with two people distinct enough to bring a sudden light into his eye.

The pony trotted briskly towards the door, and he took a stride to meet them.

”Miss Farmond!” he said.

A low voice answered, and though he could not catch the words, the tone was enough for him. And then another voice said:

”Aye, sir, I've brought her over.”

”Bisset!” said he. ”It's you, is it? Well, what's happened?”

He was lifting her out of the trap and not hesitating to hold her hand a little longer than he had ever held it before, now that he could see her face quite plainly and read what was in her eyes.

”I've dared to come after all!” she said, with a little smile, which seemed to hint that she knew the risk was over now.

”I advised her vera strongly, sir, to come over with me to Stanesland,”

explained her escort. ”The young lady has had a trying experience at Keldale, and forby the fair impossibility of her stopping on under the unfortunate circ.u.mstances, I was of the opinion that the sea air would be a fine change and the architectural features remarkably interesting.

In fac', sir, I practically insisted that Miss Farmond had just got to come.”

”Good man!” said Ned. ”Come in and tell me the unfortunate circ.u.mstances.” He bent over Cicely and in a lowered voice added: ”Personally I call 'em fortunate--so long as they haven't been too beastly for you!”

”It's all right now!” she murmured, and as they went up the steps he found, somehow or other, her hand for an instant in his again.

”If you'll stand by your pony for a moment, Bisset, I'll send out some one to take her,” he said with happy inspiration.

But Mr. Bisset was not so easily shaken off.

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