“I’ll tell you of an incident I witnessed two or three days ago, which annoyed me seriously. I’d just met old Bell—you know how lame he is—driving some sheep along the road. It has been a wet, cold year; Bell lost his hay, the oats are dreadfully poor, and his buildings are in very bad repair.”
“They were a disgrace to any estate when I last saw them,” Nasmyth broke in. “Besides, the sour land near the river should have been tile-drained long ago.”
“So Bell has urged; but he can’t get Marple to spend a penny—I’m glad that man’s new to this part of the country and doesn’t belong to us. Well, just after I met Bell, Marple’s big motor came along. He had Batley with him and the Crestwicks, who were down before. I think you met them?”
“I did,” assented Nasmyth. “In Canada they’d call them a mighty tough crowd; they’re about the limit here.”
“I turned round after the car had passed,” Millicent went on. “Marple was driving, as fast as usual, and he made no attempt to pull up. Bell, who didn’t hear, tried to jump and fell into the ditch; most of the sheep were scattered across the moor, but two or three got right in front of the car and at the last moment Marple had to stop. One of the women laughed, she had a very shrill voice and she explained that the old man looked so funny in the ditch; Marple shouted to Bell—something about the damage to his tires—and I could see the others smiling at what he said. That was worse than the words he used. Then they went on, leaving the old man to gather up his sheep; he hadn’t a dog with him. That kind of thing leaves its mark!”
“Distinctly so,” Nasmyth agreed. “Still, Marple and his lot are exceptions. Wasn’t Clarence rather thick with them?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I’ve been rather disturbed about him.”
Nasmyth did not know what this meant. He thought she would hardly have made such an admission had she contemplated marrying the man; and, if not, it was somewhat difficult to see why he should cause her serious concern. He knew, however, that Millicent could not look on unmoved when her friends left the right path; he could think of two or three whom she had helped and gently checked from further straying. This reflection was a relief to him, because he was determined that she should not marry Clarence if he could prevent it. If necessary, he would tell her the part the man had played in Canada, though he shrank from doing so.
“Marple and his acquaintances are not the people one would have expected Clarence to associate with,” he continued. “Still, in my opinion, he’s doing worse in making a friend of that fellow Batley. I could never understand the connection—the man strikes me as an adventurer. Has he spent much time here since I’ve been away?”
“A good deal, off and on. But it’s getting chilly and I half expect a reproving lecture from Miss Hume when I go in. First, though, tell me a little more about the young Canadian you had with you.”