'Ave I your
permission to say, sir, that I met you in the road, and that the subject
cropped up as it were?"
"You can say anything you like," said Radmore coldly.
He could not ask this strange, sinister woman to remain silent, yet the
thought that Enid Crofton was about to be told that he and this Mrs.
Piper had discussed her affairs was very disagreeable to him.
Radmore was tempted for a moment to do a quixotic act, to say to the
woman, "I will find this money for your husband; don't trouble Mrs.
Crofton," and but for what had happened not an hour ago he would almost
certainly have done so. But now he felt as if he never wanted to hear
Enid Crofton's name mentioned again, and he would have given a good deal
to obliterate her and her concerns entirely from his memory.
They were now, much to his relief, close to The Trellis House: "I will
ring the bell for you," he said courteously, and then, without waiting
for her thanks, he hurried off towards Old Place.
* * * * *
The next evening Jack Tosswill drew Radmore aside. "Look here," he said
awkwardly, "I wonder if you'd kindly wait a bit after the others have
gone to bed? I want to ask you something, Godfrey.
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