Teresa of Watling Street: A Fantasia on Modern ThemesBennett, Arnold
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Teresa of Watling Street: A Fantasia on Modern Themes
Bennett, Arnold
English fiction -- 20th century
A much more important question was, What would Raphael Craig be
likely to do in regard to Nolan? As things stood, Nolan was at his
mercy--helpless in his house. Certainly Craig would by this time have
arrived at the conclusion that instantly Nolan was enabled to leave the
house his own ruin would occur. Richard did not believe that Craig’s
scheme could possibly succeed after Craig was clapped in prison as a
coiner. He, indeed, suspected that Craig had only made this boast in
order to dispel any suspicions which Richard might entertain as to the
bodily safety of Nolan within the precincts of Queen’s Farm.
Yet it came to that: Richard was not without fear that the old man might
attempt to murder Nolan. Nolan dead, and his body disposed of, Craig was
safe. It was a frightful thought, but Raphael Craig’s demeanour whenever
he referred to his life-long scheme of vengeance gave at least some
excuse for it.
At eight o’clock there was a tap at the drawing-room door. Richard
jumped up and came out of the room. Bridget stood before him.
‘Miss Teresa up?’ he asked.
‘No,’ said the housekeeper, ‘and not likely to be yet, the darling! I
came to give ye a hint, Mr. Redgrave, that ye might do worse than seek a
breakfast down in the village, at the White Horse.’
‘Micky, ye mean? Better--though the spalpeen doesn’t deserve God’s
goodness nor Miss Juana’s loving care.’
‘Mr. Craig up?’ he asked further ‘No,’ said Bridget.
‘Yes,’ said Richard, ‘I’ll go down to the village, and come back again
in a couple of hours.’
‘How’s the patient?’ he asked.
He passed quietly out of the house. He had, however, not the slightest
intention of going down to the village. Determined to ignore the fact
that he had been caught as a spy once, and the risk that he might be
caught again, he turned to the left as soon as he was out of the garden
and crept under the garden wall up to the sheds, which he cautiously
entered. Safely within the range of buildings, he soon found an outlook
therefrom which commanded a view of the house--a vantage-point whence he
could see without being seen.
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