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"
Ackroyd
told
me
he
was
in
London
,
"
I
said
.
In
the
surprise
of
the
moment
I
departed
from
my
valuable
rule
of
never
parting
with
information
.
"
Oh
!
"
said
Caroline
.
I
could
see
her
nose
twitching
as
she
worked
on
this
.
"
He
arrived
at
the
Three
Boars
yesterday
morning
,
"
she
said
.
"
And
he
’
s
still
there
.
Last
night
he
was
out
with
a
girl
.
"
That
did
not
surprise
me
in
the
least
.
Ralph
,
I
should
say
,
is
out
with
a
girl
most
nights
of
his
life
.
But
I
did
rather
wonder
that
he
chose
to
indulge
in
the
pastime
in
King
’
s
Abbot
instead
of
in
the
gay
Metropolis
.
"
One
of
the
barmaids
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
.
That
’
s
just
it
.
He
went
out
to
meet
her
.
I
don
’
t
know
…
who
she
is
.
"
(
Bitter
for
Caroline
to
have
to
admit
such
a
thing
.
)
"
But
I
can
guess
,
"
continued
my
indefatigable
sister
.
I
waited
patiently
.
"
His
cousin
.
"
"
Flora
Ackroyd
?
"
I
exclaimed
in
surprise
.
Flora
Ackroyd
is
,
of
course
,
no
relation
whatever
really
to
Ralph
Paton
but
Ralph
has
been
looked
upon
for
so
long
as
if
practically
Ackroyd
’
s
own
son
,
that
cousinship
is
taken
for
granted
.
"
Flora
Ackroyd
,
"
said
my
sister
.
"
But
why
not
go
to
Fernly
if
he
wanted
to
see
her
?
"
"
Secretly
engaged
,
"
said
Caroline
,
with
immense
enjoyment
.
