Eager as he was, Gifford resolved to show no further curiosity. "You know best," he rejoined almost casually. "But I hope for the Morristons" sake the mystery will be soon satisfactorily cleared up."
There was a peculiar glitter in Henshaw"s eyes as he replied, "No doubt they are anxious."
"Naturally. They are getting rather worried by all this police fuss."
"Naturally." Henshaw repeated Gifford"s word with a curious emphasis. "It is unfortunate for them," he added. "But all the same it is imperative that the manner of my brother"s death should be thoroughly investigated."
He nodded, and as unwilling to discuss the matter further, opened a newspaper and turned away.
About noon next day Gifford went with Kelson to Wynford Place. They had seen nothing more of Henshaw who, it seemed, was rather inclined to hold away from them, possibly with a view to avoiding an opportunity of discussing the affair, or because he was occupied in following up some clue he had, or thought he had, got hold of. This was naturally a disappointment to Gifford, who was anxious, on Miss Morriston"s behalf, to keep himself posted as to Henshaw"s intentions.
"Of course," said Kelson, "the fellow will have heard of the stains found on Muriel"s dress, and will set himself to make the most of that discovery. I only hope he won"t take to worrying her. She is quite enough upset about it without that."
"Doubtless that is why he is keeping away from us," Gifford observed. "He probably has heard of your engagement."
"And has the decency to see that he cannot very well discuss the matter with us," Kelson added.
On their arrival at Wynford Place Morriston told them that Gervase Henshaw was there with a detective in the room of the tragedy. "There is a decided improvement in his manner to-day," he said with a laugh. "He has been quite considerate and apologetic; so much so that I think I shall have to ask him to stay to luncheon; it seems rather churlish in the circ.u.mstances not to do so when the man is actually in the house on what should be to him a very sad business. But you fellows must stay too, to take off some of the strain."
They accepted; Gifford not sorry, for more reasons than one, to stay.
He presently took an opportunity of joining Edith Morriston in the garden.
"I have been keeping a look-out for Mr. Henshaw," he said, as they strolled off down a secluded walk, "but so far have had a chance of speaking to him only once, when I ran across him in the hotel."
"Yes?" she responded, with a scarcely concealed curiosity to hear what had pa.s.sed.
"He has evidently got hold of some clue, or at least thinks he has,"
Gifford proceeded. "But what it is he did not tell me. In fact he rather declined to discuss the affair. I fancy he had had a long consultation with the police authorities."
"And he would tell you nothing?"
"Nothing. I rather expected he might have come, as before, to discuss the case with us, but he has made a point of keeping away. I hear, however, from your brother that he seems far less objectionable this time."
Somewhat to Gifford"s surprise, she gave a rather grudging a.s.sent. "Yes, I suppose he is. I happened to see him on his arrival, and he certainly was polite enough, but it is possible to be even objectionably polite."
Gifford glanced at her curiously, wondering what had taken place to call forth the remark. "I know that," he said. "I do hope the man has not annoyed you. From what your brother told us--"
"Oh, no," she interrupted, "I can"t say he has annoyed me--from his point of view." She laughed. "The man tried to be particularly agreeable, I think."
"And succeeded in being the reverse," Gifford added. "I can quite understand. Still, it might be worse."
"Oh, yes," she agreed in a tone which did nothing to abate his curiosity.
The luncheon bell rang out and they turned.
"I haven"t thanked you for looking after our interests, Mr. Gifford," the girl said.
"I have unfortunately been able to do nothing," he replied deprecatingly.
"But you have tried," she rejoined graciously, "and it is not your fault if you have not succeeded. It is a comfort to think that we have a friend at hand ready to help us if need be, and I am most grateful."
The unusual feeling in her tone thrilled him.
"I should love to do something worthy of your grat.i.tude," he responded, in a subdued tone.
"You take a lower view of your service than I do," she rejoined as they reached the house, and no more could be said.
At luncheon the improvement which their host had mentioned in Henshaw"s att.i.tude was strikingly apparent. His dogmatic self-a.s.sertiveness which had before been found so irritating was laid aside; his manner was subdued, his tone was sympathetic as he apologized for all the annoyance to which his host and hostess were being put. Gifford, watching him alertly, wondered at the change, and more particularly at its cause, which set him speculating. What did it portend? It seemed as though the complete alteration in the man"s att.i.tude and manner might indicate that he had got the solution of the mystery, and no longer had that problem to worry him. Certainly there was little to find fault with in him to-day.
One thing, however, Gifford did not like, and that was Henshaw"s rather obvious admiration for Edith Morriston. When they took their places at table, she had motioned to Gifford to sit beside her, and from that position it gradually forced itself upon his notice that Henshaw scarcely took his eyes off his hostess, addressing most of his conversation, and he was a fluent talker, to her. It was, of course, scarcely to be wondered at that this handsome, capable girl should call forth any man"s admiration. Gifford himself was indeed beginning to fall desperately in love with her, but this naturally made Henshaw"s rather obvious prepossession none the less disagreeable to him. This, then, he reflected, was the explanation of what Miss Morriston had hinted at, what she had described as his objectionable excess of politeness at their meeting that morning. Happily, however, Gifford felt secure in his position as her accredited ally and in her expressed dislike to the man whom it seemed she had unwittingly fascinated. It was indeed unthinkable that this splendid, high-bred girl could ever be responsive to the advances of this unpleasantly sharp, rather underbred man, and he was a little surprised that she could respond to his remarks quite so genially, with more graciousness indeed than even her position as hostess called forth.
He could not quite reconcile it with the way she had spoken of him previously; but then he told himself that he was making too much of the business, and saw what was mere politeness through the magnifying gla.s.ses of jealousy. And so, secure in his position, he proceeded to view Henshaw"s attempts to ingratiate himself with an amused equanimity.
CHAPTER XIII
WHAT GIFFORD SAW IN THE WOOD
During the next day or two Gifford saw next to nothing of Gervase Henshaw. They had parted amicably enough after luncheon at Wynford Place; indeed, the change in Henshaw"s demeanour had been something of a puzzle to the two friends, although Kelson did not seem much exercised by it.
"The fellow has evidently come to the conclusion that in dealing with people like the Morristons an offensive brow-beating manner does not pay," he remarked casually. Gifford, however, had an idea that the reason for the change lay somewhat deeper than that. He wondered whether in the absence of any other apparent cause, Edith Morriston"s attractiveness had had anything to do with it. It was not a pleasant idea; still, if it saved her annoyance that would be something gained, he thought; and that it should have any farther result was out of the question.
He had not had that day an opportunity of any private talk with Miss Morriston, for she had driven out after luncheon to pay a call. But a certain suggestion of warmth in her leave-taking had a.s.sured him that she still looked for his help and that the conditions were not changed.
What he had undertaken so eagerly was now, however, not easy of accomplishment. For reasons at which Gifford could only guess, Henshaw seemed to be playing an elusive game; he kept out of sight, or, at any rate, avoided all intercourse with the two friends, and on the rare occasions when they met he was to Gifford tantalizingly uncommunicative.
That something was evidently behind his reticence made it all the more unsatisfactory, since the result was that Gifford had no object in going to Wynford Place, for he had nothing to tell. Indeed he learnt more from the Morristons than from Henshaw. The police had concluded their investigations on the premises, much to the relief of the household, who were now left in peace.
"They don"t seem to have come to any definite conclusion as to how the tragedy happened," Morriston said. "They have an idea, as I gather from Major Freeman, where to look for the murderer, if murder it was; which I am rather inclined to doubt."
"Is Henshaw likely to give up the search?" Gifford asked.
Morriston looked puzzled. "I can"t make out," he answered in a slightly perplexed tone. "Even Freeman does not seem to know what his idea is. He is still about here."
"Yes," Gifford replied. "I caught a glimpse of him this morning."
"Curious," Morriston remarked. "I came across the fellow yesterday afternoon in the big plantation here. He was mooning about and didn"t seem best pleased to see me, but he was quite duly apologetic, said he was puzzling over the tragedy and hoped I didn"t mind his trespa.s.sing on my property. Of course I told him he was free to come and go as he liked, but it did strike me as peculiar that he should be thinking out the case in that plantation which has no possible connexion with the scene of the crime."
"Yes, it was curious," Gifford agreed reflectively. "Did he tell you what he was doing about the business?"
Morriston shook his head. "No; he wasn"t communicative; didn"t seem to have much to go upon. Of course one can"t tell what the fellow has at the back of his mind, but I was rather surprised that a Londoner of his energy and smartness should spend his time loafing about down here with what seems a poor chance of any result; and I nearly told him so."
"Perhaps it is as well you didn"t," Gifford replied. "He is suspicious enough to imagine you might have a motive in wanting to get rid of him."
Morriston laughed. "I have. He is not exactly the man one wants to have prowling about the place; but it would not be polite to hint as much."