And it's dashed little! What have I actually done? Nothing! One needs a
better man than me."
"Well, there's your friend Silent Simon, and all the police--"
"A fat lot of good they are!" said Ned.
His sister looked a little surprised at his unusual shortness of temper.
To her he was very rarely like this.
"You need a good day's shooting to take your mind off it for a little,"
she suggested.
He turned upon her hotly.
"Do you know the story that's going about, Lilian?"
"Sir Malcolm and the Farmond girl? Oh, rather," she nodded.
"Is that how it strikes you?"
Lilian Cromarty jumped. There was something very formidable in her
brother's voice.
"My dear Ned, don't frighten me! Eat me if you like, but eat me quietly.
I didn't say I believed the story."
"I hope not," he said in the same grim tone, "but do you mean to say it
doesn't strike you as the damnedest slander ever spread?"
"Between myself I hadn't called it the 'damnedest' anything. But how do
I know whether it's a slander?"
"You actually think it might conceivably be true?"
She shrugged her well-gowned shoulders.
"I never could stand Malcolm Cromarty--a conceited little jackanapes. He
hasn't a penny and he was head over ears in debt."
It was his turn to start.
"Was he?"
"Oh, rather! Didn't you know? Owed money everywhere."
"But such a crime as that!"
"A man with ties and hair like his is capable of anything. You know
quite well yourself he is a rotter."
"Anyhow you can't believe Cicely Farmond had anything to do with it?"
Again she shrugged her shoulders.
"My dear Ned, I'm not a detective. A pretty face is no proof a woman is
a saint. I told you before that there was generally something in the
blood in those cases."
As he stared at her, it seemed as though her words had indeed rushed
back to his memory, and that they hit him hard.
"People don't say that, do they?" he asked in a low voice.
"Really, Ned, I don't know everything people say: but they are not
likely to overlook much in such a case."
He stood for a moment in silence.
"She--I mean they've both got to be cleared!" he said, and strode out of
the room.
XIX
THE EMPTY COMPARTMENT
It was on this same evening that Superintendent Sutherland was almost
rewarded for his vigilance by having something distinctly suspicious to
report. As it happened, it proved a disappointing incident, but it gave
the superintendent something to think about.
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