Убийство на поле для гольфа
8. An Unexpected Meeting
Fortunatelynoneoftheservantswereabout,andIwasabletosecureaglassofwaterunobservedandaddafewdropsofbrandyfromapocketflask.InafewminutesIwasbackagain.ThegirlwaslyingasIhadlefther,butafewsipsofthebrandyandwaterrevivedherinamarvellousmanner.
“Takemeoutofhere—oh,quickly,quickly!”shecried,shuddering.
SupportingherwithmyarmIledheroutintotheair,andshepulledthedoortobehindher.Thenshedrewadeepbreath.
“That’sbetter.Oh,itwashorrible!Whydidyoueverletmegoin?”
IfeltthistobesofemininethatIcouldnotforbearasmile.Secretly,Iwasnotdissatisfiedwithhercollapse.ItprovedthatshewasnotquitesocallousasIhadthoughther.Afterallshewaslittlemorethanachild,andhercuriosityhadprobablybeenoftheunthinkingorder.
“Ididmybesttostopyou,youknow,”Isaidgently.
“Isupposeyoudid.Well,good-bye.”
“Lookhere,youcan’tstartofflikethat—allalone.You’renotfitforit.IinsistonaccompanyingyoubacktoMerlinville.”
“Nonsense.I’mquiteallrightnow.”
“Supposingyoufeltfaintagain?No,Ishallcomewithyou.”
Butthisshecombatedwithagooddealofenergy.Intheend,however,Iprevailedsofarastobeallowedtoaccompanyhertotheoutskirtsofthetown.Weretracedourstepsoverourformerroute,passingthegraveagain,andmakingadetourontotheroad.Wherethefirststragglinglineofshopsbegan,shestoppedandheldoutherhand.
“Good-bye,andthankyoueversomuchforcomingwithme
