the local policeman disappear into the stable rubbing his eyes.
We got out of the window on the other side of the house, and went back to the inn across the dewy park. The French window of the sitting-room which had let her out let us both in. No one was stirring, so no one save she and I were any the wiser as to that night’s work.
•••••
It was like a garden party next day, when lawyers and executors and aunts and relations met on the terrace in front of Sefton Manor House.
Her eyes were downcast. She followed her aunt demurely over the house and the grounds.
“Your decision,” said my great-uncle’s solicitor, “has to be given within the hour.”
“My cousin and I will announce it within that time,” I said and I at once gave her my arm.
Arrived at the sundial we stopped.
“This is my proposal,” I said: “we will say that we decide that the house is yours—we will spend the £20,000 in restoring it and the grounds. By the time that’s done we can decide who is to have it.”
