e hideous scandal
in progress.
"What do you wish to know?" she asked in some surprise, for she saw by
his countenance that he was deeply in earnest.
"Well," he said, with some little hesitation, glancing at her pale,
handsome face as he walked by her side, "I fear you may think me too
inquisitive--that the questions I'm going to ask are out of sheer
curiosity."
"I shall not if by replying I can assist my stepfather to escape from
that man's thraldom."
He was silent for a moment; then he said slowly: "I think Sir Hugh was in
command of a big training camp in Norfolk early in the war, was he not?"
"Yes. I went with him, and we stayed for about three months at the King's
Head at Beccles."
"And during the time you were at the King's Head, did the doctor ever
visit Sir Hugh?"
"Yes; the doctor stayed several times at the Royal at Lowestoft. We both
motored over on several occasions and dined with him. Doctor Weirmarsh
was not well, so he had gone to the east coast for a change."
"And he also came over to Beccles to see your stepfather?"
"Yes; twice, or perhaps three times. One evening after dinner, I
remember, they left the hotel and went for a long walk together. I
recollect it well, for I had been out all day and had a bad headache.
Therefore, the doctor went along to the chemist's on his way out and
ordered me a draught."
"You took it?"
"Yes; and I went to sleep almost immediately, and did not wake up till
very late next morning," she replied.
"You recollect, too, a certain man named Bellairs?"
"Ah, yes!" she sighed. "How very sad it was! Poor Captain Bellairs was a
great favourite of the general, and served on his staff."
"He was with him in the Boer War, was he not?"
"Yes. But how do you know all this?" asked the girl, looking curiously at
her questioner and turning slightly paler.
"Well," he replied evasively, "I--I've been told so, and wished to know
whether it was a fact. You and he were friends, eh?" he asked after a
pause.
For a moment the girl did not reply. A flood of sad memories swept
through her mind at the mention of Harry Bellairs.
"Yes," she replied, "we were great friends. He took me to concerts and
matinees in town sometimes. Sir Hugh always said he was a man bound to
make his mark. He had earned his D.S.O. with French at Mons and was twice
mentioned in dispatches."
"And you, Enid," he said, still speaking very slowly, his dark eyes fixed
upon hers, "you would p
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