The Delta independent., 1915-10-08
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I-Cazalet, the steamer
Kaiser Fritz homeward bound from Aus
tralia, cries out in his sleep that Henry
Craven, who ten years before had ruined
his father and himself. is dead and finds
that Hilton Toye. who shares the state
room with him. knows Craven and also
Blanche Macnair. a former neighbor and
playmate.
CHAPTER II-When the daily papers
that Craven has been murdered and calls
Cazalet's dream second sight. He thinks
of doing little amateur detective work
on the case himself
CHAPTER Hin the train to town
which committed at Cazalet's old
home. Toye hears from Cazalet that
6cruton. who had been Cazalet's friend
and the scapegoat for Craven's dishon-
esty, has been released from prison.
CHAPTER Iv-Cazalet goes down the
river and meets Blanche.
Il dare say l didn't! Everything
won't 20 into an annual letter. 1t was
the winter before last-I went out
with Betty and her husband"
And after that he took a place
down here?"
Yes. Then l met him on the river
the following summer, and found he'd
got rooms in one of the Nell Gwynne
Cottages. If you call that a place"
Il see."
But there was no more to see; there
never had been much, but now
Blanche was standing up and gazing
out of the balcony into the belt OF
singing sunshine between the opposite
side of the road and the invisible river
acres away.
Why shouldn't we go down to Lit
tleford and get out the boat if you're
really going to make an afternoon of
it," she said. But you simply must
see Martha first; and while she's max
ing herself fit to be seen, you must
take something for the good of the
house. I'll bring it to you on lordly
tray"
She brought him siphon, stoppered
bottle, silver biscuit-box of ancient
memories, and left him alone with
them some little time; for the young
mistress, like her old retainer in an.
other minute. was simply dying to
make herself more presentable. Yet
when she had done So and came back
like snow, in a shirt and skirt just
home from the laundry. she saw that
he did not see the difference. His de-
vouring eyes shone neither more nor
less; but he had also devoured every
biscuit in the box. though he had be-
gun by vowing that he had lunched In
town, and stuck to the fable still.
Old Martha had known him all his
life, but best at the period when he
used to come to nursery tea at Little
ford. She declared she would have
known him anywhere as he was, but
she simply hadn't recognized him in
that photograph with his beard
Il can see where it's been,' said
Martha, looking him in the lower tenn
perate zone. But I'm so glad you've
had it of, Mr.. Cazalet"
There you are, Blanchie," crowed
Cazalet. You said she'd be disappoint-
ed, but Martha's got better taste"
1T isn't that, sir" said Martha ear.
nestly. IT'S because the dreadful
man who was seen running out of the
drive. at your old home, he had a
beard! It's IN all the notices about
him, and that's what's put me against
them, and makes me glad you've HAD
yours on"
Blanche turned to him with too ready
. smile; but then she was really not
such a great age as she pretended, and
she had never been in better spirits IN
her life.
You hear, Sweep! l call 1t rather
lucky for you that you we're"
But just then she saw his face, and
remembered the things that mad been
said about Henry Craven by the GAIA
let's friends, even ten years ago. wheI
she really had been girl.