CHAPTER XX
However long Radmore lives, he will never forget that strange drive
through the autumn night. Fortunately, from the two conspirators' point
of view, there were only old-fashioned stables at Old Place, and
Radmore's car was kept in the village in a barn which had been cleverly
transformed by the blacksmith into a rough garage.
While he dressed, and, indeed, after he joined the boy downstairs, he had
puzzled over Timmy--over the mixture of cruelty and kindness the child
had shown that evening. He could not but recall, with a feeling of
discomfort, the simple, innocent way in which the boy had explained why
he wanted to take his cat, Josephine, into the drawing-room--really
to do a kindness to the mistress of The Trellis House! It was somewhat
disagreeable to reflect how he, Radmore, who rather prided himself on
his knowledge of human nature, had been taken in.
Off the two started at last, creeping out of one of the back doors. But
in his agitation over the business of getting the cat and her kittens
safely out of Old Place, Timmy had forgotten to put on a coat. They
were halfway down the avenue before Radmore noticed that the boy was
shivering, and then, mindful of Janet, he ordered him to go back and get
the warmest coat he could.
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