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"What a remarkable person."
"Exceedingly so. His remarks have quite exhausted me."
"Now, Con.;" reproachfully.
"Now, auntie, don't plead, my heart is adamant. If you don't go and interview that man for the remainder of his stay I shall order William to throw him out of my dressing-room window; not that I have a rooted antipathy for him, he is certainly a clever man, and no doubt a good officer. But I am worn out, unfit for duty, and--I have another matter to attend to."
"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.es Mrs. Aliston arising, "then, my child, I am ready, or almost ready, to go and inspect your new detective."
Accordingly Mrs. Aliston goes to her mirror, touches up her dressing-cap, gives a pat here, a shake there, and then ruffling her plumage like some huge old bird, follows her niece.
Across the hall they find the detective inspecting the little safe, and hurriedly introducing Mrs. Aliston, and making her own excuses, Constance hastens away and down stairs.
Down the stairs and out of the house, first because she felt oppressed and needed the soothing effects of fresh air and exercise, and, second, because she expected the tramp detective to be somewhere in the vicinity, and, for some reason, she wanted to see him. In spite of the fact that she had just declared herself bored, and desperate, and anxious to be alone; in spite of the fact that she had fled from detective number two, she wanted to see number one for a woman's reason.
Having quarrelled desperately with Clifford Heath, she was immediately possessed by an insane desire to hear some one speak of him, and speak well of him. This man had treated Doctor Heath from the first with the utmost respect. He was undoubtedly pleased at their chance meeting; after all might not this secret which lay between the two be a perfectly honorable one?
In fact, Miss Wardour wanted to see Detective Bathurst, not as Detective Bathurst, but as the man who knew Doctor Clifford Heath better than she herself knew him. Of her diamonds, she never thought at all.
She felt depressed, dissatisfied, yet not quite prepared to blame herself in any way. She was possessed by more uncomfortable feelings than she could have a.n.a.lyzed or described, yet was too consistent a woman to be so soon ready to admit, even to herself, that she had wronged Doctor Heath. Indeed, she was more angry than ever with that unfortunate man. Had he not capped the climax of his iniquities by flying off at a tangent, and leaving her in a most uncomfortable position?
The grounds about Wardour Place were large, well shaded, and laid out with a network of walks. With a view to the avoiding of those paths overlooked by the windows of her dressing room, or other rooms where her aunt and the detective were likely to be, Constance kept to the north and east walks, thus coming near the river, which ran north and south, and toward which the eastern, or near, portion of the grounds sloped down.
Walking thus, and gazing riverward, Constance saw a form approaching, which she soon recognized as that of the detective tramp.
Glancing quickly about to see if any of the servants were in the grounds, and a.s.suring herself that the way was clear, she went forward to where he could see her, before approaching too near.
Gazing fixedly at him, a slight movement of his hand told her that he had seen, and was alert; and then she made a gesture northward, and, turning that way herself, disappeared from his sight among the shrubbery.
On the north, the grounds were bounded by the orchard wall, over which drooped the branches of huge old apple trees, and down close to the eastern boundary of this same orchard, a small iron gate opened into it.
Toward this gate Constance walked, avoiding any appearance of unseemly haste, and toward the eastern wall, hard by, went the tramp detective, looking innocent of any thought or purpose, save to intercept the lady, and beg for a dinner, a dollar, or a dime.
Reaching the gate, Constance pa.s.sed through it into the orchard, and, almost at the same moment, the tramp bounded over the wall, and stood bowing beside her.
"Come into the grounds," said Constance, waiving all ceremony. "If we are seen talking there, it will look less suspicious. My servants are quite accustomed to see me interviewing tramps."
She led the way back into the grounds, closed the wicket, and walked along the orchard wall to a rustic bench close under the bending boughs of a great tree. Here she seated herself, and the tramp, leaning against a tree a few paces from her, turned upon her a look of proper supplication, and said:
"Now I think we are ready for observers."
"Quite. None of my servants saw you last night, and they are not likely to come here in any case. We shall hardly be disturbed."
"You think so? May I ask how long you have been absent from the house?"
"About fifteen minutes, I should think."
"Well, in fifteen minutes more Mr. Belknap will be out looking at the grounds, and for you."
Constance uttered a low exclamation of surprise.
"Ah!" said she, "you know that already. Pray tell me how? you are more puzzling than a Chinese juggler."
"No jugglery about this, however," he replied, looking somewhat amused.
"I met Mr. Belknap, face to face at your very gate; I have seen him wear that farmer disguise before, hence I recognized him."
"And he?"
"Did _not_ recognize me."
"Yet you know each other."
"Slightly, yes;" with a droll look in his eyes, of which Constance took note.
"Now tell me, Mr. Bathurst, is Mr. Belknap a good detective?"
"Mr. Belknap is a smart man, Miss Wardour; he understands his business thoroughly."
"He equivocates," thought Constance; aloud she said,
"And I need not fear to trust my business in his hands?"
"You need not fear," he replied, with odd emphasis. "And now," he continued, "time presses; you received your package, Miss Wardour?"
Constance felt uneasy, this man seemed to find out everything; did he know of what she had accused Doctor Heath?
"I received it an hour ago," she replied.
"Miss Wardour," asked he, fixing his eyes upon her face, "have you any suspicion as to who these robbers were?"
For a moment Constance seemed half paralyzed with fright; then she answered firmly,
"No, sir; not the shadow of a suspicion; but--you have."
"If I have, it is not more than a shadow--at present. Now, may I ask you some questions, not just to the point but which, for my own reasons, I wish answered."
She nodded a.s.sent.
"Can you tell me how many medical men you have in W----?"
Constance reflected; finally she said,
"I think there are seven, in all."
"Ah! all in practice?"
"Not all; two are retired, one is an invalid, doing but little."
"Thank you; and how many of them have a.s.sistants or students?"