M'Leod had obeyed my instructions.
There was no one visible in the house or the gardens; and the
front door stood open.
Miss Mary rose from beside her sister, stepped forth first, and
entered the hall.
"Come, Bessie," she cried.
"I daren't. Oh, I daren't."
"Come!" Her voice had altered. I felt Baxter start. "There's
nothing to be afraid of."
"Good heavens!" said Baxter. "She's running up the stairs. We'd
better follow."
"Let's wait below. She's going to the room."
We heard the door of the bedroom I knew open and shut, and we
waited in the lemon-coloured hall, heavy with the scent of
flowers.
"I've never been into it since it was sold," Baxter sighed. "What
a lovely, restful plate it is! Poor Aggie used to arrange the
flowers."
"Restful?" I began, but stopped of a sudden, for I felt all over
my bruised soul that Baxter was speaking truth. It was a light,
spacious, airy house, full of the sense of well-being and
peace--above all things, of peace. I ventured into the
dining-room where the thoughtful M'Leod's had left a small fire.
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