“Isabella Curtis, fined ten pounds and five guineas costs,” he murmured to himself. “As were the rest. Just an escapade, probably.”
And, as he turned toward the inn, a fervent sentence: “I hope it was only that, for his sake.”
NICHOLAS CHURCHILL scratched his head to stimulate his brain.
“Tallerfone, sir? There’s the post office, o’ course, an’ I reckon they got it at the rectory an’ up at the House, but—” He shook his head in conclusion, as if to say he knew of no others.
Gees looked at his watch. “I’ll run over to Ludlow,” he said.
“Back for sooper, sir?” Nicholas inquired.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Gees told him.
He went to the stable and ran the Rolls-Bentley out. There might be nearer points than Ludlow at which he could get undisturbed telephone communication, but he
