CHAPTER 28It was seven o’clock when Mrs. Barton came into the study with a look of distress on her face.
“Mr. Grant, I don’t know what has happened, but Agnes has gone.”
He looked up from the catalogue he was marking—farm implements and machinery, some of them too expensive to be managed this year, some which could be managed out of the premium which James Roney would pay with his son.
“Gone?”
There was offence as well as distress in her voice as she answered him.
“I’m sure I don’t know what to think. She came down the kitchen passage some time after tea all in a hurry with her coat on, and off on her bicycle. I thought she’d slipped down to the post, and I’ve been looking for her back ever since, but it’s turned seven and the tea not cleared or anything. I don’t know what came over h
