The Brattleboro daily reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1913-1955, 1922-08-17

Girls are so foolish. Mr.. Gilling-
ham," she was saying. 1T is for
tunate that they have mothers to
guide them. 1t wac so obvious to
me from the beginning that dear Mr..
Albeit was just the husband for my
little girl. You never knew him?"
Antony said again that he had not
seen Mr.. Albeit.
"Such a gentleman. So nice-look-
| ing. In his artistic way. A regular
Velasquez-1 should say Van Dyck.
Angela would have it that she could
never marry a man with beard. AS
| IL that mattered, when" She broke
off. and Antony finished her sentence
for her.
Tho 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 scapegrace
brother of his. He was perfectly
frank with me, Mr.. Dillingham;. He
told me of this brother, and ! told
him that 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, IL 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
1t.
1T couldn't have been yesterday,
Mr.. Gillingham. Yesterday" she
shuddered. and shook her head.
II thought perhaps he had been
down here in the morning"
''Oh. no! There is such a thing, Mr..
Dillingham;. as being too devoted
lover. Not in the morning, no. We
both agreed 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
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.
THE day before yesterday. As it
happened. dear Angela was out. Not
that 1t mattered. He was driving to
Middleston. He hardly had time for
a cup of tea, SO that even If she had
been in"
Antony nodded absent-y. This
was something new. Why did Mark
go to Middleston the day before yes
terday? But, after ell, 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-aIone, at least, with Bill. Mrs.
Norbury had given him many things
to think over, but the great outstand-
ing fact which had emerged was
this: that Cayley had reason to hate
Mark. Mrs. Norbury had given him
that reason. To hate7 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 him
self 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
: heartedly for him or whole-heartedly
against him. Well, now we know that
: he is against him, definitely against
him"
They had come to the gate into
J 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"-hs turned round and
pointed-"up there. So the weekend
! millionaire people don't take it. At
least, they'd have to build q road
and q garage and all the rest OF it..
. il they did"
, 81 see," said Antony carelessly.
and they turned round and con-
tinued their walk UP to the road. But
later on he remembered this casual
conversation at the gates and saw
the Importance OF it.
CHAPTER XVI
: "THAT was it which Cayley was
w going to hide in that pond that
night? Antony thought that
, he knew now. It was Marks body.
(Contiuued In Our Next Issuel