Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
point, you went out the way that you'd come in."
Mr. Morgan paused, and Miss Harding tried to breathe. It seemed to her
that she was choking; that she was bound about as if with bands of
iron. If there was anything peculiar in her appearance the butler made
no comment; he went on in his easy, softly modulated tones.
"I heard you return along the terrace; I waited till I could hear no
more of you; then I shut the window, and drew the curtains; then I lit
the lamp, and with its aid I subjected the room to a careful
examination, and in less than five seconds I found a sovereign on the
floor by the bookcase, and then two more on the shelves. Here they
are."
He again extended his hand, with the three shining discs on the open
palm. She started back from them, gasping, as if they were dangerous
things, of which she stood in physical terror.
"I've marked each coin--see? I want you to notice them carefully, so
that you may recognize them, if you see them again." He held up one of
the coins between his finger and thumb. "Of course when I found these
I knew what had happened; understood it all--better even than you did.
I knew some of the governor's little ways, which perhaps you didn't; a
man in my position has to keep a sharp look-out; it's part of his
duty--to himself. I knew all about the governor's habit of paying into
his banking account three thousand pounds every quarter, in notes and
gold, which Dr. Banyard has been telling you young ladies about, as if
it was news; I'd seen the money on his table, that afternoon when I
was helping to carry him away, the next day being his usual one for
paying in, I knew what it was there for. He was a man of regular
habits, was my late governor; though some of them were queer ones.
There wasn't any of it left, except these three sovereigns which, in
the dark, had escaped your notice. Because why?--because you'd taken
the lot. I consider that a remarkable thing for any one to do,
especially for a real young lady. Never before, in my experience, have
I known the friend of the house take instant advantage of the host's
sudden illness to play a game like that. Remarkable, I call it; most
remarkable."
Each time that Mr. Morgan paused the girl before him gasped, as if the
mere cessation of his speech removed from her some sense of
constriction, which prevented the free play of her lungs.
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