They moved so softly that they escaped
unheard--unless Beaumaroy were right in the notion that his ear caught a
little rustle of the bracken. He took no heed of it, unless a passing
smile might be reckoned as such.
Doctor Mary joined him and the Captain on the path. Beaumaroy's smile
gave way to a look of expectant interest. He wondered what she was going
to say to Captain Alec. There was so much that she might say, or--just
conceivably--leave unsaid.
She spoke calmly and quietly. "It's you, Captain Alec! I thought so!
Cynthia got anxious? I'm all right. I suppose Mr. Beaumaroy has told you?
Poor Mr. Saffron is dead."
"I've told him," said Beaumaroy.
"Of heart disease," Mary added. "Quite painlessly, I think--and quite a
normal case, though, of course, it's distressing."
"I--I'm sorry," stammered Captain Alec.
Beaumaroy's eyes met Mary's in the candle's light with a swift glance of
surprise and inquiry.
CHAPTER XVI
DEAD MAJESTY
Mary did not appear to answer Beaumaroy's glance; she continued to look
at, and to address herself to, Captain Alec.
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