New Britain herald., 1922-08-17

Ablett was just the husband for my little girl. You never knew him ?"
 Antony said again that he had not seen Mir. Ablett
 Such gentleman. So nice-look- ing in his artistic way. A regular Velasquez-I should say Van Dyck Angela would have it that she could never marry man with a beard As if that mattered, when" She broke eff, and Antony finished her sentence for her.
 "'rhe Red House is certainly charm ing he said.
 Charming. Quite charming"
 She gave a deep sigh. Antony was about to snatch the opportunity of leaving, when Mrs. Norbury began again.
 And then there's this scapegrace brother of his He was perfectly frank with me, MT. Gillingham. He told me of this brother, and told him that I was quite certain 1t 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 announce ment of a personal call at the Red House. this perfect frankness had a good deal Of wisdom behind it.
 Tt couldn't have been yesterday MT. Gillingham. Yesterday-'' she shuddered. and shook her head.
 T thought perhaps he had been down here in the morning.
 "Oh. no. There is such a thing Mir Gillingham, as being too devoted lover. Not in the morning. no. We 10th agred that dear Angela Oh, no. No; the day before yesterday, when he happened to drop in about tea time"
 It occurred to Antony that Mrs Norbury had come long way from her opening statement that Mark and Miss Norbury were practically en- gagged. She was not admitting that dear Angela was not to be rushed, that dear Angela had, indeed, no heart for the match at all.
 'The day before yesterday. As it happened. dear Angela was out Not that it mattered. He was driving to Middleston. He hardly had time for q cup of tea, so that even if she had been in"
 Antony nodded absently. This was new. Why did Mark go to Middleston the day before yesterday? But. after all, why 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 about, but the great out standing fact which had emerged was this: that Cayley had reason 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 that Cayley is perjuring himself and risking himself over this business, and that must be for one of two reasons. Either to save Mark or to endanger him. That is to say, he is either whole e-heartedly for him or le-heartedly against him. We'll, 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 Fill.
 Very But rather mysterious, Isn't there a drive, or road or any 
 "Oh, there's cart-track. but motor cars can't come any nearer than the road"-he turned round and pointed up there. So the weekend mill lionaire people don't take 1t. At least, they'd have to build a road and q garage and all the rest of it, If they did"
 T see,"s said Antony carelessly, and they turned round and continued their walk LID to the road. But later on he this casual conversation at the gate. and saw the importance of it.
 CHAPTER XVI.
 What was it which Cayley was go- ing to hide in that pond that night? Antony thought that he knew now. It was Marks body.
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