Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
“What has she been up to?” he demanded sharply.
“Nothing. It’s not her fault this time. But that young man of hers is
in a very nasty position, from all accounts. Come back as soon as you
can, dear, and see what you can do.”
Kean’s scowl deepened.
“Young Leslie? I’d forgotten that affair of hers. Well, what’s he been
doing?”
He paused for a moment as though trying to control his impatience,
then:
“I won’t have you worried over the affairs of a couple of children,
Sybil!”
Sybil Kean laughed in spite of herself at the intense exasperation in
his voice.
“My dear, it doesn’t do me any harm and, anyhow, I shall worry much
less if I know that you have taken a hand in things. They really do
need advice, Edward.”
“If you take my advice, you’ll keep out of the affair. Let them settle
their troubles in their own way.”
“You don’t even know what their troubles are! Don’t be difficult,
Edward!”
Lady Kean’s voice was very appealing. She did not often take this line
with her husband, but when she did she almost invariably got her own
way.
“Well, I want you to keep out of it, whatever it is,” he said curtly.
“Edward, John Leslie’s mother was a great friend of mine and she was
extraordinarily kind to me as a girl. I really do owe her something
and I am fond of both John and Cynthia. I can’t keep out of it and I
am counting on you to stand by me. Be nice about it and come back as
soon as you can.”
“Well, you haven’t told me yet what _is_ the matter,” he temporized.
In as few words as possible she repeated all she had been able to
learn from Cynthia, supplemented by the account of Dr. Gregg, who had
turned up on a professional visit to Lady Kean on the day after the
girl’s arrival. Kean heard her in silence and, for some moments after
she had finished, made no comment. Then he gave vent to a muffled
exclamation.
“What did you say?”
“I said ‘The Devil!’” he replied grimly. “What on earth did the young
idiot want to go roaming all over the country for at that time of
night? Very well, I’ll see what I can do, though I should have
preferred it if you had managed to keep out of it altogether. It’s bad
for you and I don’t like it.”
“When can you come? Cynthia’s aching to see you. Nobody seems to be
doing anything and the inaction is hard on the child.”
“I can’t get away before this evening, but I’ll come straight through
on the night train. It means I shall have to come up again for a
consultation at once. After that I shall be free for a bit.”
“When were you coming if this hadn’t happened?”
“I had intended to drive down the day after to-morrow. I’m going to
bring the car and take you back by road when we go. It’s less tiring
for you than the train.”
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