Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Murder -- Fiction
No, she was not going to snub him. On the contrary, she gave him a very
pleasant smile, and he noted with satisfaction that her voice was a
refined and pleasant one.
"There is hardly any question of intruding in a public place like this.
I cannot expect them to turn customers away in order that I may sit by
myself."
It was not a bad beginning, thought Hugh. It was evident she was not
disinclined to enter into a little desultory conversation with a man who
she knew was a gentleman, and not likely to take undue advantage of her
absence of conventionality.
Hugh went on with growing boldness. He had often said to his great chum
Jack Pomfret that it was a thousand pities this pretty girl was not in
Blankfield Society, she seemed so much more attractive than the other
girls who were in it.
"We haven't been introduced, of course, but I know you very well by
sight. There is hardly a day that I do not meet you about here. And I
know your name, too. You are Miss Burton, are you not? And you live with
your brother at that nice little house on the London Road."
"Quite right." Miss Burton nodded her pretty head. She added with a
little silvery laugh: "we can't be introduced, unless the waitress took
the kind office upon herself, for I don't know a soul in the place.
we have been here two months, and we have been let severely alone. I
suppose if we stayed here for twenty years it would be the same. Of
course, we didn't expect to get into 'county' Society, but we must be
quite as good as heaps of people in the town and outskirts."
Hugh was a little embarrassed by these very frank remarks. He observed
lamely that it was a shame, and indulged in some rather inane remarks on
the snobbishness of provincial towns.
"You must find it awfully dull," he ventured after a brief pause. During
the short silence, Miss Burton had ordered herself some more tea. It was
evident that she was not desirous of abruptly terminating this pleasant
_tête-à-tête_. The waitress drew her own conclusions from the further
order, and smiled a little as she turned away.
"I should be a hypocrite if I pretended the contrary. Of course,
housekeeping takes up a good bit of my time, and I read a good deal, and
do a lot of fancy-work. But all the same, it is a state of isolation,
not an outside person to speak to from one week-end to the other. Of
course I hear all that is going on from the tradespeople, and I know
the names of the principal persons here whom I constantly meet and never
speak to. I know, for instance, that you are Captain Murchison. I think
I know the names of all your brother officers."
"What made you come here, if it is not a rude question?" asked Hugh
bluntly. "It was surely a risky experiment, landing yourself in a town
like this, without any introductions."
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