Clemms room, like herself, was neat, glossy and
extremely cold. Lady Jane stared, incredulous, and then followed the direction of
hisdownward pointing hand. Two days later a wire from Stramer announced hisarrival.
Gardeners all, they dashed towards the shrubin its sheltered angle.
She rose, and Stramer followed her without protest;
the muniment-room wasreally untenable.
Lady Jane, facing the door, started slightly. The
door opened, and the young woman said in her dull sing-song: Mr. Well, I wasnt going
to be beaten; so I went to try to find thehead-gardener.
It used to be the parish church of Lynke-Linnet
andLower-Lynke; but it seems that was years ago.
She moved over to the table above which he was
bending.
Goergiana, her face hidden, was still sobbing
convulsively in the corner. It seems that the chimney smokeshopelessly.
She sat in the garden looking up at those rosy
walls, iridescent withdamp and age. Herhorrified gaze turned from Lady Jane to the
stony face and fast-glazingpupils of the dead woman.
She herselfcould do a little cooking: though her
hand might be a bit out. Yes; but hes lost the key of the
muniment-room.
When she turned back to the desk there was no one
there.
You dont mean to say you havent seenhim
yet?
IICross-legged in the examining-chair in Doc
Vickersons office, aboy was reading Grays Anatomy. Clemm crumpled up her black silk
apron with a despairing gesture. Jones says that no one is allowed to visit the
house.
Oh, yes, my lady; certainly; hes never once been
away that I know of. Jonesprobably spend their evenings here, and dont want to be
disturbed. Theres the bag, she said, as if the act of speaking, and sayingsomething
obvious were a relief.