" She added earnestly, "Can't
you say just a word to her?"
"Well, no, I don't see how I can! Still I promise you to try to do it if
I get the chance."
He felt sharply disturbed and annoyed, and yet he didn't believe a word
of that vulgar story! Of course it was foolish of Enid Crofton to go for
a long walk alone with Jack Tosswill. That sort of thing was bound to
make talk. What would the village people think if they knew how often he,
Radmore, and Mrs. Crofton had dined and lunched together during the three
weeks that he had been there? Thank Heaven, they didn't know, and never
would.
"Did you ever read the report of the inquest on Colonel Crofton?" asked
Miss Pendarth meaningly.
"I hadn't the chance. I was still in Australia," he said shortly.
"If you'll wait a moment I'll bring it to you," was the, to him,
astonishing reply.
Miss Pendarth walked off with her quick, light footsteps towards the
house, and Radmore, gazing after her, told himself that she was indeed
a strange woman. In some ways he had liked her far better to-day than he
had ever liked her before, but the low, silly bit of gossip she had just
told him filled him with disgust.
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