"
Duncombe shut down the window, swearing softly to himself.
"I cannot stay with you," he said, "just now. The whole house is alarmed
at your cry. Listen!"
There was a loud knocking at the library door. Duncombe turned hastily
away.
"I must let them in," he said. "I will come back to you."
She pointed to the window.
"He is coming back," she said, "at twelve o'clock."
"Do you wish me to give up the paper?" he asked.
"No."
"Very well. I will be with you when he comes--before then. I must get
rid of these men first."
He closed the door softly, and drew the curtain which concealed it. Then
he opened the library window, and a moment afterwards the door.
"Come in, you fellows," he said. "I scarcely know what I was doing when
I locked the door. I fancy one of the housemaids has been seeing ghosts
in the garden. I saw something white in amongst the shrubs, but I could
find nothing. Come on out with me."
Spencer followed with a perfectly grave face. Lord Runton looked
puzzled. Pelham did not attempt to leave the library. Spencer drew his
host a little on one side.
"What a rotten liar you are, George!" he said.
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