The Wilmington morning star., 1947-07-28
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,o.rln1 IWENTY-NINE
'Ah-'
crange spun around. His eyes
.o+ed the time by the clock, thir-
minutes - twenty minu.es -
.'oce Sir Henry had said it, 1T
.aI1i take a little time $50"
Grange said sharply:
yes, sir?"
"a SO Smith & Wesson is miss
:,o It was in a brown leather hol-
~.er and was at the end of the
-,ck in this drawer"
"A9!' The inspector kept his
..oica calm, but he was excited.
oArd when, sir, to your certain
1rowledge, did you last see it in
;fs proper placer
Sir Henry reflected for d mo-
ment or two.
THAT is not very easy to say,
7,snpctor. l last had this drawer
omen about a week ago and l
Xxi am almost certain-tha,
= me revolver heo been missing
.,a, should have noticed TIC
oao' But l should not like 10
S%ear definitely that 1 saw il
here
Inspector Grange nodded his
head.
Thank you, sir. I. quite under.
stand. Well, I must be getting
an with things
He Left the room-a busy, pur
poseful man.
Sir Henry stood motionie5s .or
while after the inspector hac
,oe. then he went out slowly
through the French windows onto
the terrace. His wife was busy
win a gardening basket ard
Loves. She was trimming some
rare shrubs with a pair of scis.
sorS.
She waved to him brightly.
What did the Inspector want?
! hope he is not going to worry
the servants again. You know
Henry. they don't like it. They
can't see it as amusing Or as 3
novelty like we de-"
DO we see it like that??"
His tone attracted her attention..
Sic smiled up at him sweetly.
Hoy tired you look, Henry.
Must you let AL this worry you SO
much?"
Murder is worrying, Lucy"
Lady Angkatell considered a
moment, absenlly clipping off
some branches, then her face
clouded over.
''Oh. dear-that is the worst OF
scissors; they are so fascinating
one can't stop ard one always
clips off more than M means.
What was it yoa were saying
ssmething about murder being
worrying? But, really, Henry,
have never seen why. l aean if
one has to die, it may be cancer
or tuberculosis III n Of those
dreadful bright sanitoriums, or q
stroke-horrid, with ones face all
one one side-or else one is shot
OF stabbed or strangled perhaps
but the whole thing comes to the
same in the end. There one is; ]
mean, dead! Out of it all. And
all the worry over. And the rela'
tions have all lie difficulties -
money quarrels ard whether tc
wear black or not-and who was
t. have Aunt Selina's writing
desk-things like that"
Sir Henry sat down on the stone
coping. He said:
"This is all going to be more
upsetting than we thought, Lucy.
well, darling. we shall have te
bear it. And when it's all owe WE
might go away somewhere. Let's
not bother about present troubles
but look forward to the future.
really am happy about that. I've
Deen wondering whether it wculc
be nice to go to Ainsw!ck ftl
Christmas-or leave it until Eas'
ter. What do you think?"
Plenty of time to make plaLs
for Christmas"
Yes, but I like to see things in
my mind. Easter, perhaps
Yes" Lucy smiled happily, "she
viii certainly have got over it by
then"
"Wno?" Sir Angkatell was sta,-
ted.
Lady Angkatell said calmly:
Henrietta. I think if they
were to have the wedding in Oc-
tcber - October OF next year,
mean, then we could 60 and stop
for that Christmas. I've been
thinking, Henry"
I wish you wouldn't, my dear.
you think too much"
You know the barn? 1t will
make a perfect studio. And Hen
rletta will need a studio. She mas
real talent, you know. Edward, l