He
resented the arrival of Simpkins, but he did not want to leave Miss
King so soon.
"I said this morning," said Meldon, "that we'd stop for tea; but since
then I find that I'm tied--in fact, we're both tied--to a most
important engagement, and must absolutely run if we are to be in time.
Come along, Major." He seized him by the arm as he spoke. "Good-bye,
Miss King. Good-bye, Simpkins. We'll see you both at Portsmouth Lodge
at ten to-morrow morning."
"I suppose, J. J.," said the Major, when Meldon, reaching the highroad,
slackened his pace--"I suppose that I'm being hustled about like this
so that Simpkins can have Miss King all to himself, but--"
"Exactly," said Meldon. "I may tell you, Major, that I now look upon
Simpkins as practically a dead man. I don't see how he can possibly
escape."
"What I was going to say," said the Major, "is that I think you are
mistaken about Miss King. She doesn't seem to me the least like a
criminal."
"Of course not. She wouldn't be the successful murderess she is if she
hadn't the manners and appearance of a very gentle and gracious lady.
That's what gives her the pull she has when it comes to the verdict of
a jury.
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