“Up there in the garden, last night, to see the young lady, and the next morning Mr Gartram found dead. Well, it’s a terrible affair.”
Michael Wimble had obtained more information than he had anticipated, and of a very different class.
End of Volume Two.
Volume Three—Chapter One.
An Angry Encounter.
Night, and the tramping of many feet on the granite-paved path and terrace.
The wind from off the sea rushing and sighing round the house, making, as the great hall door was opened, the lightly-hung pictures on the walls swing gently to and fro, as if ghostly hands touched them from time to time.
Claude and Mary were waiting, dressed, in the drawing-room, ready to go to the inquest, and the latter held her cousin’s hand tightly as they listened, and in imagination painted, by the help of the sounds, all that was going on.