The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1912-07-04
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CHAPTER xVI-(continued.)
Very WE'LL" he said after awhile,
We'll leave it at that Lord Rad
clyffe-1 can promise you this-shall on
no account be disturbed without per-
mission from you. How 500 will the
nurse arrive?"
Within the hour. The night nurse
Will come after tea"
Doctor Newington wrote out and
signed the usual medical certificate to
the effect that Lord Radclyffe's state
of health demanded perfect quietude
and rest n that he was unable to see
any n or to answer any questions.
He read his own writing through very
carefully, then folded the paper in half
and handed it to Luke.
This" he said. will make every
thing all right. And Til call again in
a couple of hours time. You won't for
get tho COOKE"
mo. I won't forget the cook"
When the doctor a taken his leave,
Luke stood for a moment quietly In
the library; he folded UP the medical
certificate which he a received at
the hands Of Doctor Newington, and
carefully put it away in his pocket
book.
You won't forget the cook?'
I don think that ever in his life be-
fore had Luke realized the t%rivialities
of life as he did at his m Re
member that he was quite man of
the world enough. quite sufficiently
sensible and shrewd and English. to
have noticed that the degree of IA
miliarity in the Doctors had
passed the borderland of what was due
to himself; the tone of ~contemptuous
Indifference savoured Of impertinence.
And there was something more than
that.
and down outside the brilliantly lighted
windows Of the Danish legation. try
ing to catch a few muffied sounds Of
the voice he so passionately loved to
hear. he heard the first rumors that an
awful crime had been committed which,
for good or Ill, would have such far
reaching bearings OIL his own future;
but he had also caught many hints,
vague suggestions full of hidden allu-
sions, Of which the burden was: Seek
whom the crime benefits"
Luke de Mountford was no fool. Men
OF his stamp-we are accustomed to a
them commonplace-take a very
straight outlook on life. They are not
hampered by the psychological prob
lens which affect the moral balance Of
a certain class Of people Of today; they
have no sexual problems to solve.
Theirs is a steady, wholesome and
clean life. and the mirrors Of nature
have not been blurred by the breath
Of psychologists.
Luke had never troubled his head
about his neighbours wife, about his
horse. or his ass. or anything that is
his; therefore his vision about the
neighbor himself had remained acute.
Although I must admit that at this
stage the thought that he might actu-
ally be accused of a low and sordid
crime never seriously entered his head.
ne nevertheless felt that suspicion how
cred round him. that some people at
II rate held it possible that since he
would benefit by the crime, he might
quite well have contemplated it.
The man Travers thought so certain
ly; the doctor did not deem it impos-
~sible-and. of course. there would be
Others.
No wonder that he stood and unused.
Once more the aspect of life had
changed for him. He was back in that
position from which the advent of the
unknown cousin had ousted him so
easily-the cousin who had come. had
seen, n had conquered the one thing
needful-the confidence and help of I'M
Gle Rad.
By what means he had succeeded in
doing that had beer the great mystery
which had racked Luke's MIND ever
since he felt his uncle's affection
slipping away from him
Uncle Rad who had loudly de-
ounce the man as an impostor, and
him, vas ready to give him love and
confidence the he saw him:
and Luke was discarded like an old
coat that no longer fitted. The affec-
tion Of years was turned to difference:
and what meant more still the habits
Of a lifetime were changed. Lord Rad
clyffe, tyrannical and didactic, became
a n%onentity in his own household. The
grand se1gneur, mbued with every
instinct Of luxury and refinement, be-
came a snuffy old hermit, uncared for.
not properly waited on, feeding badly
and living in one room.
All this Philip de Mountford had
accomplished entirely by his mere
presence. The waving Of a wanda
devils wand-and the metan1orphosis
was complete! What magic was there
in the man himself? What in the tale
which he told? What subtle charm
did he WELD, hat the news of his ter
rible death should strike the old man
down as some withered old tree robbed
of it's support?
Now he lay dead, murdered, only
Sod knew as yet by whom. People
suspected Luke. because Fate had
given a fresh turn to her wheel and
reinstated him in the pleasing posi-
ton from which the intruder had
ousted him.
] Luke de Mountford was once ,,fre