Farmer Raikes has got
very pretty young wife
Just ask your Alfred
time he spends over there
' She was very angry
Natural ! I went on, 'I'm going to warn you, whether you like it or not
That man would as soon murder you in your bed as look at you
He's
bad lot
You
what you like
, but remember what I've told you
He's
bad lot ! ' '' "What did she say ? ''
Miss Howard made an extremely expressive grimace

" 'Darling Alfred' -- 'dearest Alfred' -- 'wicked calumnies' -- 'wicked lies' -- 'wicked woman' -- to accuse her 'dear husband' ! The sooner I left her house the better
So I'm off
''
"But not now ? ''
"This minute ! ''
For
moment we sat and stared at her
Finally John Cavendish, finding his persuasions of no avail, went off to look up the trains
His wife followed him, murmuring something about persuading Mrs Inglethorp
better of it

As she left the room, Miss Howard's face changed
She leant towards me eagerly

" Mr Hastings, you're honest
trust you ? ''
little startled
She laid her hand on my arm, and sank her voice to
whisper

"Look after her, Mr Hastings
My poor Emily
They're
lot of sharks -- all
Oh,
what I'm talking about
There isn't
that's not hard up and trying
money out of her
I've protected her
as
Now I'm
way, they'll impose upon her
''
"
, Miss Howard,''
, "I'll do everything
, but I'm sure you're excited and overwrought
''
She interrupted me by slowly shaking her forefinger

"Young man, trust me
I've lived
rather longer than
All I
is
your eyes open
You'll see what I mean
''
The throb
motor came
open window, and Miss Howard rose and moved
door
John's voice sounded outside
With her hand
handle, she turned her head over her shoulder, and beckoned

"Above all, Mr Hastings, watch that devil -- her husband ! ''
no time for more
Miss Howard was swallowed up in an eager chorus of protests and good-byes
The Inglethorps
appear

motor drove away, Mrs Cavendish suddenly detached herself
group, and moved across the drive
lawn to meet
tall bearded man who
evidently making
house
The colour rose in her cheeks as she held out her hand to him

"Who
? '' I asked sharply, for instinctively I distrusted the man

"That's Dr
Bauerstein,'' said John shortly

"And
Dr
Bauerstein ? ''
"He's staying
village doing
rest cure, after
bad nervous breakdown
He's
London specialist;
very clever man --
greatest living experts on poisons, I believe
''
"And he's
great friend of Mary's,'' put in Cynthia, the irrepressible

John Cavendish frowned and changed the subject

"Come for
stroll, Hastings
This
most rotten business
She always had
rough tongue, but
no stauncher friend in England than Evelyn Howard
''
the path
plantation, and we walked down
village
woods which bordered one side
estate

passed through
gates
way home again,
pretty young woman of gipsy type coming
opposite direction bowed and smiled

"That's
pretty girl,'' I remarked appreciatively

John's face hardened

"
Mrs Raikes
''
"The one that Miss Howard -- -- ''
"Exactly,'' said John, with rather unnecessary abruptness

white-haired old lady
big house,
vivid wicked little face that had just smiled into ours, and
vague chill of foreboding crept over me
I brushed it aside

"Styles is really
glorious old place,''
to John

He nodded rather gloomily

"Yes, it's
fine property
It'll be mine some day --
mine now by rights,
father had only made
decent will
And then I shouldn't be so damned hard up as
now
''
"Hard up,
? ''
"My dear Hastings, I don't mind telling you that I'm at my wit's end for money
''
"Couldn't your brother
? ''
"Lawrence ? He's gone through every penny he ever had, publishing rotten verses in fancy bindings
No, we're an impecunious lot
My mother's always been awfully good
,
say
,
now
Since her marriage,
-- -- '' he broke off, frowning

first time
that, with Evelyn Howard, something indefinable had gone
atmosphere
Her presence had spelt security
Now that security was removed --
air seemed rife with suspicion
The sinister face of Dr
Bauerstein recurred
unpleasantly

vague suspicion of
and everything filled my mind
Just for
moment I had
premonition of approaching evil