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From: | Hope Britt |
Subject: | [grt-talk] lookout |
Date: | Sat, 26 Aug 2006 11:23:21 -0400 |
She said to the maid who had brought in the
telegram:Amy, find Scaramouch. But,Uncle Hilary, what are you going to do if you get
him?
He suddenly uncrossed his arms, shookhis head from
side to side and began to walk rapidly on. The nosierone could be in a crowd the
happier one felt.
This is poor work, said Hilary, suddenly, but I
agree with youits got to be done.
About a hundred yards beyond the spinney, Ferse was
plodding slowlyup the hill. Soon Hilarysthin dark figure came hurrying into view.
Her beautiful face,fine and worn as that on a coin, expressed nothing. Dinny
beckoned her out into herown room, and, once more without a word, handed over the
telegram.
And you live with them at Condaford Grange in
Oxfordshire? Steady, old man, we shall never get in; hell only see us, andthatll
spill it. I believe, Miss Cherrell, that you were staying with Captain andMrs.
Then,suddenly, he seemed to get hold of himself again.
I remember, said Hilary, a little further on theres
a turn toSutton. Having read it, she said quietly:Thats what you prayed for, dear.
It seems to me that his own house isthe only chance.
You lead, said Hilary; youve got the best eyes, and
yourclothes are less conspicuous.
Too thick, said Hilary; hell be carrying on to the
open. They ran, but suddenly stood still behind a yew tree. Shebrought the car to a
standstill, and they all got out. Adrianwaited till he had disappeared among the
bushes on the slope, andbeckoned Hilary to follow.
He had closed the eyes andcovered the face with his
handkerchief. Within tenminutes, indeed, they were on the road with Fleur at the
wheel. Hell keep to the open, he wants air, poor devil. After all, youresupposed to
be scientific, Uncle. They started again, trailing through the traffic of Dorkings
longand busy street. Always like that, said Fleur, when youre in a
hurry.
Then,suddenly, he seemed to get hold of himself
again. It was dawning on her gradually that she wasin some sort the hub of the
approaching inquest. This is wired for sheep, said Hilary, Look! Then hastily he ran
along the edgetill he came to where Hilary was standing.
This is a queer business,old boy, for you and
me.
No, I dont see either; but were not supposed to
exercise our ownjudgments as to that.
Were coming to the cross roads above Bignor,
murmured Hilary. They started again, trailing through the traffic of Dorkings
longand busy street.
Twenty minutes was lost before they were again in
motion.
Hundreds ofrabbits suffer the tortures of the
damned. The Down now dipped a little towhere a chalky track ran above a beech wood
to their left.
I dont believe insuicide for the sane, except in
very rare cases.
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