The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A NovelBoothby, Guy
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The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A Novel
Boothby, Guy
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
As if to prove that his manners were not so good as his looks, the
animal in question made as if he would rear, and for a moment Godfrey’s
heart seemed to stand still.
“I don’t like the look of him,” he said to himself. “Heaven send he does
her no mischief.”
But he was not permitted much time to think of such a thing, for the
Master had given the signal, and already a general move was being made
in the direction of the Spinney. Godfrey settled himself down by Miss
Devereux’s side, leaving the old gentleman free to discuss the
prospects of the day with the local doctor, a sportsman of some
celebrity in the neighbourhood.
“Miss Devereux,” said Godfrey, as they approached the wood, “at the risk
of offending you, I must say that I don’t altogether care about the look
of that horse. I should say, from his appearance, handsome as it is,
that he possesses more than a touch of temper. I do hope you will be
careful what you do with him to-day.”
“You needn’t be afraid,” she answered, as she flashed a sharp glance at
him. “I think we understand each other perfectly. He hasn’t been with
hounds for some time, and he’s naturally a little excited. It will wear
off, however, before the day is done.”
“I sincerely hope it may,” Godfrey continued. “In the meantime I can not
help wishing that we could exchange mounts.”
“You think that you could manage him better than I?” she said. “If that
is a challenge we will see. Now, let us watch what goes on, for I want
to be well away.”
At that moment three blasts of the horn were heard from the right, and,
before Godfrey could have counted twenty, the hounds were out of cover
and streaming away in the direction of the village--only to change
their course after the first quarter of a mile.
“It looks as if we were in for a fast thing,” said Miss Devereux; and
the words had scarcely left her lips when the chestnut gave a violent
plunge in the air and was off at a racing pace.
“If he goes on like that, the brute will pull her arms out, if he
doesn’t do anything worse,” Godfrey muttered to himself.
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