Pausing with the intention of turning back,
he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be
seen through the trees. “I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your
brain which is addled. “Begin violence, and
the woman goes under. Katy oozed money from every pore of her being. Fortescue rambled
round the garden with soft, propitiatory steps, the Corinthian nose upraised and
his hands behind his back, pausing to look long and hard at the fruit-trees against
the wall. Wood was unable to
discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and
was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be
the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty
substance, had fallen upon the floor.
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