Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-08-17
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Angela would have it that she could
never marry a man with a beard. AS
II that mattered, when" She broke
off, and Antony finished her sentence
for her.
The Red House is certainly
charming" he said.
Charming. Quite charming"
She gave a deep sigh. Antony
was about to snatch the opportunity
of leaving, when Mrs. Norbury be-
gan again.
And then there's this s~capegrace
brother of his. He was perfectly
frank with me-. Mr.. Dillingham;. He
told me of his brother, and 1 told
him thai was quite certain it would
make no difference to my daughters
feelings for him After all, the
brother was in Australia"
when was this? Yesterday" An
tony felt that, if Mark had only men,
toned it after his brothers an
nouncement of a personal call at the
Red House, this perfect frankness
had a good deal of wisdom behind
it.
1T couldn't have been yesterday.
Mr.. Gillingham. Yesterday" she
shuddered, and shook her head.
Il thought perhaps he had been
down here in the morning."
"Oh, no! There is such a thing, Mr..
Dillingham;, as being too devoted a
lover. Not in the morning, no. We
both agree that dear Angela Oh,
no. No; the day before yesterday,
when he happened to drop in about
tea-time."
1t occurred to Antony that Mrs.
Norbury had come a long way from
her opening statement that Mark
and Miss Norbury were practically
engaged. She was now admitting
that dear Angela was not to be
rushed, that dear Angela had indeed,
no heart for the match at all.
1.-THE day before Yesterday. AS it
happened, dear Angela vas out. Not
that it mattered. He was driving to
Middleston. He hardly had time for
been in"
Antony nodded absently. This
was something new. Why did Mark
go to Middleston the day before yes
terday? But after all. who shouldn't
he? A hundred reasons unconnected
with the death of Robert might have
taken him there.
He got up to go. He wanted to be
alone-alone at least, with Bill. Mrs.
Norbury had given him many things
to think over. but the great out
standing fact which had emerged
was this: that Cayley had eason to
hate Mark. Mrs. Norbury had given
him that reason. To hate? Well,
to be jealous, anyhow. But that was
enough.
You see," he said to Bill, as they
walked back. I'VE know hat Cayley
is perjuring himself and isking him
self over this business and hal must
be for n Of two reasons. Either
to save Mark or to endanger him
That is to say, he Is either whole
heartedly for him of intellectually
against him. Well. now we know that
he is against him, definitely against
him."
They had come to the gate into
the last field which divided them
from the road.
Jolly little place, isn't it?" said
Bill.
VERY. But rather mysterious.
Isn't there a drive, or a road or any,
thing?"
"Oh, there's a cart-track. but mo-
tor cars can't come any nearer than
the road"-he turned round and
pointed-"up there. So the weekend
millionaire people don't take it. At
least, they'd have to build a road
and a garage and all the rest of it.
If they did"
II see," said Antony carelessly,
and they turned round and con-
tinued their walk up &c the road. But
later on he remembered this casual
conversation at the gate, and saw
the importance of it.
CIT A TyrIv WV
What was 1t which Cayley was
going to hide in that pond that
night? Antony thought that he
knew now. 1t was Marks body.
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