ttering those same words which had so annoyed me earlier in the evening.
“Oh, do you think they like you now? Say, say, do you think they like you now?” But the tone with which he addressed me this time had a ring of menace in it, and I was not surprised to see Dwight Pollard start, though I was somewhat affected by the deep agitation he showed as I tried Menn Nemanja Matic Fotballdrakter to explain:
“Oh, it is only the little idiot boy whom you must have seen running about the streets. He seems to have taken a fancy to me, for he followed me nearly all the while I was gone, with something of the same senseless remarks as now.”
“The idiot boy!” repeated Mr. Pollard. “Well, we will leave the idiot boy outside.” Menn Gonzalo Jara Fotballdrakter And he held the door open till I had hurried in, when he vehemently closed it, looking at the same time as if he had shut the door on a threatening evil, or, at the most, on a bitter and haunting memory.
That night I did an unworthy thing; I listened to Menn Mateo Kovacic Fotballdrakter conversation which was not intended for my ears. It happened in this wise: I had been down-stairs on an errand for Mrs. Harrington, and was coming back through the dimly lighted hall, when I saw Dwight Pollard step out of a room in front of me and accost a man that was locking and bolting the front door.
“Simon,” I heard him say, “you remember that beautiful flower I noticed yesterday in the conservatory?”
“Yes, sir,” the man replied, with some embarrassment in his voice.
“Well, I want it picked to-morrow Menn Rafa Silva Fotballdrakter for my mother’s funeral. You will bring it to Menn Jurgen Damm Fotballdrakter my room.”
“Oh, sir,” I heard the man hurriedly interpose, “I’m sure I’m very sorry, sir; but it has already been picked, and there won’t be another out before next week.”
I knew I ought not to stay there and listen, especially as I could easily have gone on my Menn Sergio Romero Fotballdrakter way without attracting Menn Kyle Walker Fotballdrakter attention; but having heard thus much, I found it impossible to go on till I had at least learned if Mr. Pollard had the motive I suspected in these inquiries of his. His next words satisfied me on this point.
“And who was the fortunate one to obtain this flower?” he asked, in an accent indifferent enough to deceive a merely casual listener.
“Mr. Guy, sir.”
“Ah, so he noticed it too!” was the remark with which Mr. Pollard dropped the subject, and hurried away from the gardener’s side.
The next instant I perceived him pass into Guy’s room, and I saw that an explanation of some kind was about to take place between the brothers.
Chapter 9
An Unexpected Discovery.
Hold, hold my heart!
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old.
But bear me stiffly up!
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I was saved the embarrassment of meeting Guy Pollard at the breakfast-table the next morning. I was, therefore, left in ignorance as to the result of the conversation between the brothers, though from the softened manner of Dwight, and the quiet assurance with which he surrounded me with the delicate atmosphere of his homage, I could not but argue that he had come out maste |
