ly a make-shift in the business. I wanted the
injustice put straight."

Doctor Hilary looked through the window behind Antony.

"Let me advise you," said he, "to do nothing of the kind."

"Why not?" The words came short and rather quick.

"Because Mr. Curtis means to get rid of Grantley. He has got his knife
into him, as Grantley said. Your action would merely postpone the evil
day, and make it worse in the postponement. Job Grantley had better go."

"And how about another job?" demanded Antony.

Doctor Hilary shrugged his shoulders. "He must see what he can find."

"Well of all the--" began Antony. And then he stopped. After all, he'd
seen enough injustice in his time, to be used to it.

"You're honest in saying I would make it worse for Job if I tried to help
him?" he asked.

"Perfectly honest," said Doctor Hilary with an odd little smile.

Antony again got up from his chair.

"All right," and his voice was constrained. "I'll not be keeping you any
longer, sor."

Doctor Hilary went with him to the door.

"I'm sorry about this business," he said.

"Are you?" said Antony indifferently.

Doctor Hilary went back to his surgery.

"He didn't believe me," he said to himself, "small wonder."

He pulled out his note-book and made a note in it. Then he shut the book
and put it in his pocket.

"Anyhow," he said, "it's the kind of thing we wanted."

The memorandum he had entered, ran:--

"Write Sinclair _re_ Grantley."

CHAPTER XIX

TRIX ON THE SCENE

"Tibby, angel, what's the matter with Pia?"

Trix Devereux was sitting on the little rustic table beneath the lime
trees, smoking a cigarette. Miss Tibbutt was sitting on the rustic seat,
knitting some fine lace. The ball of knitting cotton was in a black satin
bag on her lap.

Trix had arrived at Woodleigh the previous day, two days earlier than she
had been expected. A telegram had preceded her appearance. It was a
lengthy telegram, an explicit telegram. It set forth various facts in a
manner entirely characteristic of Trix. Firstly, it announced her almost
immediate arrival; secondly, it remarked on the extraordinary heat in
London; and thirdly it stated quite clearly her own overwhelming and
instant desire for the nice, fresh, cool, clean, country.

"Trix is coming to-day," the Duchessa had said as she read it.

"How delightful!" Miss Tibbutt had replied instantly. And then, after a
moment's pause, "There will be plenty of food because F