Nugent?"
"About the evening Laurie came home? Yes."
"Well, that's all right. The poor old dear got all sorts of things on
her mind, when it leaked out. But I talked to her, and we went up
together and put flowers on the grave, and I said I'd have a mass said
for Amy, though I'm sure she doesn't require one. The poor darling!
But ... but ... (don't think me brutal, please) _how_ providential her
death was! Just think!"
"Mrs. Baxter's coming home by the 6.10, isn't she?"
Maggie nodded.
"Yes; but you know you mustn't say a word to her about all this. In
fact she won't have it. She's perfectly convinced that Laurie
overworked himself--Laurie, overworked!--and that that was just all
that was the matter with him. Auntie's what's called a sensible woman,
you know, and I must say it's rather restful. It's what I want to be;
but it's a far-off aspiration, I'm afraid, though I'm nearer it than I
was."
"You mean she doesn't think anything odd happened at all?"
"Just so. Nothing at all odd. All very natural. Oh, by the way, Laurie
swears he never put his nose inside her room that night, but I'm
absolutely certain he did, and didn't know it."
"Where is Mr.
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