England -- Fiction; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction; Mystery fiction
"Yes, I was engaged to him and suddenly he gave me up. My father said
he would never allow me to marry him. I could not make out the reason.
Now I know it, and, oh, how horrible it is!"
"Then you did not know the truth?"
"No, no. Neil told me about his American parents----"
"That was the story we made up to keep him quiet," put in the old
woman. "Yes, Mr. Cass and I thought it best he should not know. He
found out the truth for himself, and--now--I have told it to you."
"I am glad you have," said Ruth, taking her hand. "Dear nurse, I have
behaved so badly. I wanted to find out why Neil had given me up, and as
father would not tell me I came to you. But I have been punished for my
curiosity. Still, I'm glad--I'm glad. I must give him up now."
"Indeed, miss," said Mrs. Jent, bristling with indignation. "I think
you ought to stand by the poor boy more than ever. Oh, miss, how could
you play me such a trick? I do hope you'll keep all this to yourself."
"Of course I will. All the effect it will have upon me is that I shall
think no more of Neil."
"Ah!" Mrs. Jent shook her head. "I thought I better of you."
"Good gracious! How can you expect me to marry a man whose mother is in
gaol?"
"That is not his fault. But take your own way, miss. I think you have
behaved badly in tricking me into speaking secrets. I shall tell your
father at once."
"I shall tell him myself; you shan't be blamed, nurse. I am a wicked
girl to have done what I have done. There, don't cry, I'm not worth
it. I'll go away and not bother you." And before Mrs. Jent could say
another word Ruth was out of the house and walking swiftly along the
parade.
Then the unexpected happened, for the first person she met was Geoffrey
Heron!
CHAPTER XII.
THE TOY HORSE.
Geoffrey Heron would as soon have expected to see the sea-serpent off
shore as to meet Ruth Cass walking along the _Bognor_ Parade. However,
there she was, and he had to meet her, to explain himself as best he
could, and to put himself right in her eyes.
"Miss Cass!" he stammered, taking off his hat and exhibiting a very red
face and confusion of manner usually absent from his demeanour. "I am
astonished to meet you here."
"I daresay," replied the girl, her nose in the air. "There can be
no doubt about that after all the stones you told me. But I am not
astonished. I have been to see Mrs. Jent."
"What! Have you seen Webster?" I said Mrs. Jent. "No, Mr. Webster does
not know that I am here. He was asleep, and Mrs. Jent refused to
disturb him even for me. Now what have you to say for yourself?"
"It is a long story," he said uneasily.
"In that case we had better sit down."
"But I must go back to the cottage."
"In that case I'll go with you. We don't part, Mr. Heron until I have
an explanation of all this. Part of it I understand already."
"What do you understand?" he asked, startled.
"For one thing I know now why Neil left me."
"Impossible!"
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