Henderson daily dispatch., 1934-02-27
HENDERSON, M CJ DAILY DISPATCH TUESDAY, FEBRUARY2 1884

possible second encounter. hut he
remained motionless, giving no sign
OF his presence.
Minutes passed. and the dusk
deepened. The primrose Sky was
emerging into the dim green of sea-
filled caves The pale young moon
had gone. and a single star shOne
like n silver lamp where it had been.
The children's voices had faded into
the distance where only a dog
barked now and then. The magic
OF the summer night stirred in the
open spaces like the waving Of an
unseen wand. The utter peace
around was almost like a rebute to
Tiggie's soul. He felt uneasily that
ne was an interloper. but did not see
how il could he helped.
UP and down went the feet with
monotonous precision. The man
seemed to turn at exactly the same
spot each time. Tiggie's patience
began TO stretch n little. He remem-
bered his warning TO Viola that If
she were not ready for him at the
appointed time he would go straight
in and fetch her. But the memory
of her entreaties also arose within
him and kept him passive. He had
already endured humiliation for her
sake that day, and a further dose
would not greatly affect him. He
squared his jaw and continued to
wait.
The church clock softly chimed
the quarter. and the prOwling feet
on the other side OF the oak fence
paused abruptly. Tiggie on his side
bristled responsively, but he still re-
mained motionless. 1t was possible
just possible-that the fellow had
tired OF his vigil and was going in.
And then. just as the thought went
through his mind. there came
movement which was wholly con-
trary to his expectations. The latch
OF the gate beside him was sharply
lifted. making a noise like the click
OF a weapon. and in a moment the
gate swung tnwards upon the dark
ness of the garden.
Tiggie. facing round instinctively.
found himself confronted by a dim.
spare figure ia evening clothes.
'Hullo!" ne said. jerked into
speech almost in spite Of himself.
A cool. peculiarly sarrionic voice
answered him. "Ah! Captain Turner
again! Are you looking for the
front door by any chance"
No" said Tigsie. 'Pm not"
"Then--" the polite tone had
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haps can direct yOn-elsewhere?"
Tiggie's hands were clenched. He
had a deep desire to meet the situa-
ton bull-lille with his, head down.
charging all obstacles, but something
restrained him. Perhaps the echo of
Viola's entreaty was still at the back
of his impulses urging him to mod
Grafton. 1t was certainly not of his
own free will that he met the sneer-
ing suggestion with compoSure.
Thanks very much" he said.
"Im not wanting any directions!"
"Ohi In that case"-the opposing
force drew back slightly with an un-
mistakable gesture OF dismissal-A"I
will wish you n good night. / am
just locking up"
1t came to Tiggie that in another
moment the gate would be decisivcly
shut and locked in his face. Again
the bull-liSe impulse attacked him,
and this time his composure weak
ened.
F1e spoke abruptly. "Since you
knew was waiting here. you also
probably know what I am waiting
for"
Grierson paused. THAT is taking
good deal for granted. is it not?"
he said.
zone has TO sometimes" Tir-ie
spoke now with intentional effront-
cry; sidelong methods were not
for him. "But in case you don't
know" he added hardly. "Tn tell
you. I'm waiting for-Mrs. Norman.
have an appointment with her
which I can assure sou IS going to
be kept"
"Indeed!" Suave surprise sounded
in Grierson's voice; he still stood as
though prepared to bang the gate IN
Tiggie's face at a moments notice.
"On this spot. do you mean?" he in
quired with supercilious interest.
Exactly. On this spot" said Tig-
gie firmly.
"And when did you arrange that.
might one ask?" querled the lawyer.
coldly ironical.