New Britain herald., 1924-04-21
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 CHAPTER VIII.
"You Loved Nigel?"

"You Loved Nigel?" 1 She followed him into the hall, and then, as he stood there in the dim i light of the narrow passage. for the l first time she could trace a likeness ] to his dead brother. It was only definable-something in the cut of his shoulders, something in the turn of his head; but for a moment she could almost cheat herself into the belief that it was Nigel who stood there.
 Blinding tears rushed to her eyes; for a moment she hid her face in her hands.
 When she looked up again, David Bretherton was watching her. She began a stumbling apology.
 'I am so sorry! But just now you looked 50 like Nigel" She bit her lip; she could not go on.
 His grave face softened wonderful ly. He laid gentle hand on her shoulder.
 You loved Nigel?" he said.
 She answered him sobbingly:
 "Oh, I did-I did!"
 Somehow there seemed no shame in the confession made to this man. Nigel was dead, and the knowledge afterwards, when David had gone, she did not regret the little impulsive admission.
 CHAPTER TX.
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 When David Bretherton left Mary, he took B taxi and drove straight to an address in Hampstead.
 There was little frown on his face, and during the drive he sat staring before him lost in thought.
 Once he put up his hand to feel the letter lying in his breast-pocket. Once he took 1t out and carefully re-read the hastily scrubbed pages.
 He had not seen Nigel for more than three years, and now that he would never see him again. little memories of their boyhood's days came crowding back to him--of Nigel, always in disgrace for some dare devil exploit: of Nigel taking his punishment at school with a grin on his good .natured face: of Nigel going for the thing he wanted. always de- termined to get it at whatever cost. And now a vivid imagination flashed him picture of Nigel lying dead on the battlefield.
 David knew that if was the death Nigel would have chosen for himself. | He was so brave, so headlongl
 His thoughts went back to Mary.
 She was so different from the wo- man he had pictured as his brothers wife---so much more womanly, so much less like the dolly type of girl that Nigel had always admired.
 And she had genuinely loved him; of that there could be no dougt. It therefore made Nigel's last letter all the more extraordinary and difficult l to understand.
 The taxi had stopped now. The ! driver came to the door.
 'Is this the house, sir?"
 David stepped out on the path. He looked up at the dark face Of the ! house, and a little reminiscent smile curved his lips.
 fes--this IS the house."
 He paid and dismissed the mans1 and went up the steps to the front ioor.
 By the light above the porch he glanced at his watch. It was nearly nine. He hesitated for a moment, hen rang the bell.
 After all( there were excuses for a ate visit when a man had just re- turned to London after three years absence. Fisher would not mind.
 The maid who opened the door was doubtful If her master would see him. she took Bretherton's card reluctant y. After a moment a door of one If the sitting rooms was flung open, md a man came eagerly into the {, iall.
 David. my dear old fellow." He eized Bretherton by both hands and | ragged him into the light. T had 10 idea you were in England. When lid you land? Why didn't you let ne know?"
 'T inly landed this morning. Il ave been nowhere, except"
 He broke of. A woman had fol- owed Henry Fisher into the hall. he was Rolden-haired and beautiful y dressed. Her eyes were bright