The accident gave the doctor his opportunity. He came up with
Meldon and asked his question.
"What difference will the judge make to Simpkins? That's what I want
to know, and I won't go on blindfold doing exactly what you tell me.
If I saw my way it would be different."
"I can't explain the position fully to you," said Meldon, "without
giving away a secret which isn't really mine; a secret which involves
the honour of a lady. But when I tell you that my plan for getting rid
of Simpkins permanently involves my marrying him to Miss King, you'll
no doubt be able to make out for yourself why it is absolutely
necessary to keep Sir Gilbert Hawkesby out of Ballymoy. Any
intelligent man, able to put two and two together, ought to see the
whole thing, especially if he's been reading the newspapers."
O'Donoghue sat down on the bank at the side of the road and thought
deeply. Meldon worked vehemently at the pedal.
"I can't see in the least what you're at," said O'Donoghue at last.
"But it doesn't matter. If your plan of making Simpkins marry that
lady depends on your keeping the judge out of the place, then, so far
as I can see, it's done for.
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