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Ned Cromarty waited in the hall while Bisset went to the door with the Procurator Fiscal and Superintendent of Police. As he stood there in the darkened silence of the house, there came to his ears for an instant the faint sound of a voice, and it seemed to be a woman's. With that the current of his thoughts seemed to change, and when Bisset returned he asked, though with marked hesitation:
"Do you think, Bisset, I could do anything for any of them, Mr. Malcolm Cromarty, or—er—Miss Farmond?"
Bisset considered the point judicially. It was clear he felt that the management of the household was in his hands now.
"I am sure Miss Farmond would be pleased, sir—poor young lady!"
"Do you really think so?" said Ned, and his manner brightened visibly. "Well, if she won't mind"
"I think if you come this way, sir, you will find her with Sir Malcolm."
"Sir Malcolm!" exclaimed Ned. "My God, so he is!"
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