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"
I
can
’
t
tell
you
,
my
dear
Dr
Sheppard
,
the
relief
to
a
mother
’
s
heart
.
"
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
sighed
–
a
tribute
to
her
mother
’
s
heart
,
whilst
her
eyes
remained
shrewdly
observant
of
me
.
"
I
was
wondering
.
You
are
such
an
old
friend
of
dear
Roger
’
s
.
We
know
how
much
he
trusts
to
your
judgment
.
So
difficult
for
me
–
in
my
position
as
poor
Cecil
’
s
widow
.
But
there
are
so
many
tiresome
things
–
settlements
,
you
know
–
all
that
.
I
fully
believe
that
Roger
intends
to
make
settlements
upon
dear
Flora
,
but
,
as
you
know
,
he
is
just
a
leetle
peculiar
about
money
.
Very
usual
,
I
’
ve
heard
,
amongst
men
who
are
captains
of
industry
.
I
wondered
,
you
know
,
if
you
could
just
sound
him
on
the
subject
?
Flora
is
so
fond
of
you
.
We
feel
you
are
quite
an
old
friend
,
although
we
have
only
really
known
you
just
over
two
years
.
"
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
’
s
eloquence
was
cut
short
as
the
drawing
-
room
door
opened
once
more
.
I
was
pleased
at
the
interruption
.
I
hate
interfering
in
other
people
’
s
affairs
,
and
I
had
not
the
least
intention
of
tackling
Ackroyd
on
the
subject
of
Flora
’
s
settlements
.
In
another
moment
I
should
have
been
forced
to
tell
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
as
much
.
"
You
know
Major
Blunt
,
don
’
t
you
,
doctor
?
"
"
Yes
,
indeed
,
"
I
said
.
A
lot
of
people
know
Hector
Blunt
–
at
least
by
repute
.
He
has
shot
more
wild
animals
in
unlikely
places
than
any
man
living
,
I
suppose
.
When
you
mention
him
,
people
say
:
"
Blunt
–
you
don
’
t
mean
the
big
game
man
,
do
you
?
"
His
friendship
with
Ackroyd
has
always
puzzled
me
a
little
.
The
two
men
are
so
totally
dissimilar
.
Hector
Blunt
is
perhaps
five
years
Ackroyd
’
s
junior
.
They
made
friends
early
in
life
,
and
though
their
ways
have
diverged
,
the
friendship
still
holds
.
About
once
in
two
years
Blunt
spends
a
fortnight
at
Fernly
,
and
an
immense
animal
’
s
head
,
with
an
amazing
number
of
horns
which
fixes
you
with
a
glazed
stare
as
soon
as
you
come
inside
the
front
door
,
is
a
permanent
reminder
of
the
friendship
.
Blunt
had
entered
the
room
now
with
his
own
peculiar
,
deliberate
,
yet
soft
-
footed
tread
.
He
is
a
man
of
medium
height
,
sturdily
and
rather
stockily
built
.
His
face
is
almost
mahogany
coloured
,
and
is
peculiarly
expressionless
.
He
has
grey
eyes
that
give
the
impression
of
always
watching
something
that
is
happening
very
far
away
.
He
talks
little
,
and
what
he
does
say
is
said
jerkily
,
as
though
the
words
were
forced
out
of
him
unwillingly
.
