Pomfrett (who for fifty years was the great medical man of
_our_ part of the world) had told him that not one murder in ten
committed by people of the educated class was ever discovered.
I think you know that Mrs. C. has had a very handsome offer for The
Trellis House from that foolish Mrs. Wallis, but I believe that up to
yesterday she had not vouchsafed any answer.
Your affectionate,
Olivia Pendarth.
P.S.--Please burn this note as soon as read. I don't want to be had up
for libel.
Timmy read the letter twice through. Then he very carefully folded up the
newspaper in its original creases, put Miss Pendarth's letter inside, and
made as tidy a roll as he could with the help of the brown paper. Finally
he slipped on the india-rubber band, and scrambling up from the floor,
unlocked the door. Taking Nanna's Bible off the round table, he went into
his own bedroom and there laboriously copied out, with the help of a very
blunt pencil, the text where the pin had rested in church. Then he took
the Bible into Nanna's room.
"What's that you're holding?" she asked suspiciously.
"It's something I have to give to Mum."
Somehow the sight of Nanna, sitting up there in her big armchair, made
him feel extremely guilty, and he was relieved when she said mildly: "You
run along and give it to her, then.
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