Boardinghouses -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
"No. I can honestly say that it wasn't. But every one knew that we did
not get on well together, and when my father was murdered, some people
said"--she drew another long breath--"that I--I--murdered him."
She looked up with a frightened glance, as if she expected Hench to
turn and fly after hearing such a confession. Instead of doing so, the
young man laughed aloud and lifted her from the bench into his arms.
"What a silly thing to say," he murmured, pressing her to his breast.
"You--you--don't---believe it?" gasped Gwen, making no attempt to get
away.
"Darling, it is not worth my while to answer such a question. I love
you and I have done so from the first moment I set eyes on you. Can I
believe that the most perfect girl in the world is guilty of anything,
much less of such a dreadful crime?"
"But people say----"
"I won't hear another word. Thus I stop your mouth"--and before Gwen
was aware, Owain had kissed her full on the lips.
"Oh," she said, half frightened, half delighted, "how can you!" Then
suddenly she slipped from his arms. "No! No! Only when you learn the
truth about my father's death and end this scandal, will I--will
I----"
"Good!" said Owain, quite understanding. "I'll find out the truth and
then we will go hand in hand to the church." And a final kiss sealed
the compact.
CHAPTER XIII
DANGER
Considering that he had gained his heart's desire, Hench should have
returned to his lodgings in the highest spirits. Instead of doing so,
he arrived in a rather disturbed frame of mind. It seemed to him,
after due reflection, that he was not treating Gwen straightforwardly,
since as yet she was quite unaware of the relationship between them.
Nevertheless, as he argued, he would never have been able to win her
had she known at the outset that he was the heir to the estate and her
cousin. So far he had acted honestly enough in masquerading as a
disguised prince, but he should not have compelled her to acknowledge
her love before making himself known. Aware of the truth, she could
make her choice of marrying the man she loved, or of dismissing the
cousin whom her father had taught her to detest. Hench felt decidedly
uncomfortable.
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