As she opened the drawing room door, something which struck her as a
little odd happened. Her two visitors, the murmur of whose voices she had
heard in deep, eager converse while she was stepping across her hall,
abruptly stopped talking, and she wondered uneasily what they could have
been saying that neither wished her to hear.
As a matter of fact that sudden silence was owing to a kindly,
old-fashioned, wholly "ladylike" instinct, on the part of the two older
women. Miss Crofton had been talking of her brother's death, confiding
to Miss Pendarth her desire to learn something more as to how it had
actually come about. With what was for her really eager sympathy, Miss
Pendarth had offered to write to a friend in Essex, in order to discover
the name of the local paper where, without doubt, a full account of the
inquest on Colonel Crofton must have been published.
CHAPTER XIV
Saturday, Sunday, Monday, slipped away, and on Tuesday there seemed no
reason why Godfrey Radmore should leave Old Place. And so he stayed on,
nominally from day to day, settling down, as none of them would have
thought possible that anyone now a stranger could settle down, to the
daily round and common task of the life led by the Tosswill family.
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