I hear her aunt, Miss Loach, who was
unfortunately murdered at Rexton, has left her six thousand a
year."
Senora Gredos turned quite pale and clenched her hands, but
she managed to control herself again with a powerful effort
and masked the rage she felt under a bland, false smile.
"Oh, that makes a difference," she said calmly. "I hope they
will be happy--if they marry," she added significantly.
"Oh, that is quite settled," said Caranby.
"There's many a slip between the cup and the lip," said
Maraquito viciously. "Yonder is Mr. Saxon. Tell him to come
to me."
Caranby bowed and crossed the room to where Basil was talking
with a frowning face to Hale. "Don't bother me," he was
saying, "it will be all right now that the will has been read."
"For your own sake I hope it will be all right," replied Hale,
and Caranby caught the words as he came up. After giving his
message, he sauntered round, watching the play, and seemingly
listened to no one. But all the time he kept his ears open to
hear what Hale and Clancy were talking about.
The two men were in a corner of the room, and Clancy was
expostulating angrily with Hale. They held their peace when
Caranby drifted near them, he saw that they were on their
guard. Looking round, he espied Jennings playing at a side
table, and crossed to him.
"Permit me to take your place," said Caranby, and added in a
low tone, "watch Hale and Clancy!"
Jennings seized the idea at once and surrendered the chair to
the old nobleman.
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