[ReStore] Ized me. When I look back over the months I spent at

[Gardy]

Old Liddy, and do any of the thousand natural things that I had never
expected to do again. And the air! The touch of the cool night air on my
face! As Alex and I reached the second floor, Mr. Jamieson met us. He
was grave and quiet, and he nodded comprehendingly when he saw the safe.
"Will you come with me for a moment, Miss Innes?" he asked soberly, and
on my assenting, he led the way to the east wing. There were lights
moving around below, and some of the maids were standing gaping down.
They screamed when they saw me, and drew back to let me pass. There was
a sort of hush over the scene; Alex, behind me, muttered something I
could not hear, and brushed past me without ceremony. Then I realized
that a man was lying doubled up at the foot of the staircase, and that
Alex was stooping over him. As I came slowly down, Winters stepped back,
and Alex straightened himself, looking at me across the body with
impenetrable eyes. In his hand he held a shaggy gray wig, and before me
on the floor lay the man whose headstone stood in Casanova
churchyard--Paul Armstrong. Winters told the story in a dozen words. In
his headlong flight down the circular staircase, with Winters just
behind, Paul Armstrong had pitched forward violently, struck his head
against the door to the east veranda, and probably broken his neck. He
had died as Winters reached him. As the detective finished, I saw
Halsey, pale and shaken, in the card-room doorway, and for the first
time that night I lost my self-control. I put my arms around my boy, and
for a moment he had to support me. A second later, over Halsey's
shoulder, I saw something that turned my emotion into other channels,
for, behind him, in the shadowy card-room, were Gertrude and Alex, the
gardener, and--there is no use mincing matters--he was kissing her! I
was unable to speak. Twice I opened my mouth: then I turned Halsey
around and pointed. They were quite unconscious of us; her head was on
his shoulder, his face against her hair. As it happened, it was Mr.
Jamieson who broke up the tableau. He stepped over to Alex and touched
him on the arm. "And now," he said quietly, "how long are you and I to
play OUR little comedy, Mr. Bailey?" CHAPTER XXXIV THE ODDS AND ENDS Of
Doctor Walker's sensational escape that night to South America, of the
recovery of over a million dollars in cash and securities in the s
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