. . He resumed his listening. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid
bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. ‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. Besides, it was not the lodgekeeper’s business to know
that “other matters” included a reluctance on Gerald’s part to allow his little
company to conduct the search without him, and he’d had an engagement this
morning. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?”
Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable.
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