Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1916-01-05
CHAPTER XIII.
Faith Unfaithfui.

tits all perfectly true" said GAIA
let calmly. Those were my move
iments while I was OF the ship, except
for the I'VE hours and q bit that was
away from Charing Cross can't
dispute q detail OF all the rest. But
ithey'll have to fill in those five hours
lanlesss they want another case stosco1
lapse like the one against Scruton!' Z
Old Savage had wriggled like q ven.
cradle worm, in the experienced tai
ions Of the Bobby's Bugbear; but then
Mr.. Drinkwater and his discoveries
had come still worse out OF hotter
encounter with the truculent attorney;
and Cazalet had described the whole
! thing as only he could describe a
given episode, down to the ultimate
dismissal of the charge against Scru-
ton, with gdsto the more cynical for
the deliberately low pitch Of his voice.
1 It was in the little lodging house sit
ting room at Nell Gwynne's Cottages;
he stood with his back to the crack
ling IRE that he had just lighted him
self, - it were, already at bay; for
the folding doors we're in front OF his
nose, and his eyes roved necessarily
from tho landing door on one side to
the curtained easement on the other.
Yet sometimes he paused to gaze at
the friend who had come to warn him
Of his danger; and there was nothing
cynical or grim about him then.
Blanche had broken her word for
perhaps tho first time in her lie; but
1t had never before been extorted from
her by duTess, and it would be affec-
tation to credit her with much COM
junction on the point. Her one great
qualm lay in the possibility Of Toye's
turning up 1t any moment; hat this
: she had obviated to some extent by
coming straight to the cottages when
he left her-presumably to look for
Cazalet in London, since she had been
4 careful not to mention his change
Eof address. Cazalet, to her relief, but
also q little to her huSt, she had found
ut his lodgings in the neighbOrhood,
FULL of the news he had not managed
! TO communicate to her. But It was no
time for taking anything but his peril
{ to heart. And that they had been dis
Ecussing, almost as man to man, II
rather as innocent man to innocent
man; for even now, or perhaps now
in his presence least of all, Blanche
could not bring herself to believe her
old friend guilty of q violent crime,
however unprecedented, for which
another had been allowed to suffer, for
however short time.
And yet he seemed to make no Sc
cret of it; and yeti did explain
his whole conduct since landing, as
T0ye had said.
She could only shut her eyes to
what must have happened, even az
Cazalet himself had shut his all this
wonderful week, that she had forgot
ten all day in her ingratitude, but
would never, in all her days. forget
again!
There won't be another case" she
heard herself saying, while her
thoughts ran ahead or Jagged behind
like sheep. It'll never come out
know it WON'T
why shouldn't it," he asked 50
sharply that she had to account for
the words, to herself as we'll as to.
him.
Nobody knows except Mr.. Toye,
and he means to keep it to himself"
"Why should he?"
i Il don't know. He'll tell you him.
self"
What can he have to tell me? Why
.should he screen me, Blanche?'
i HiA eyes and voice were furious