A Case in Camera

sdaile and Smith; but I intended to do so. For, just as Monty himself had been the first obstacle to Philip's letting u

ad sufficiently recovered, would ask for his account of the affair, and would then take the rest of us into his confidence or not, as the case might

and the practically instantaneous resolution both he and Hubbard had taken that their Chummy was to be stood by till the last possible moment. That is not the most judicial frame of mind imaginable. Loftier, if chillier heights are conceivable. Esdaile alone of us had asserted from the beginning, and had stuck unwaveringly to it, that as a matter of plain unvarnished fact Smith had shot Maxwell. Al

utifull

r, laboring under a sense of grievance, should have patte

wanted it. Now he began to stack them together for a general washing-up. He went into the little lobby place that held his taps and I heard the running of water

about, "about Smith. You say Philip'

hilip o

them. Didn't Ph

-couldn't have had more than ten minutes with him-and then he c

ile you were stil

I don't call that being an ass. I don't mean there was a row, but I'd got my back up a bit, and I didn't feel

een up since she left that morning?" (This, as I

alk Roehampton way just to think things over-that was before A

gently

; anyway, her face was as gray as that Michelet paper there. And Philip was done in too. That's why I didn

im. It was the Case

too-she was ju

The Case wa

with her. Of course, I

was in the

bundle of nerves, and Mrs. Esdaile put her to bed. She told me that

ly. He sank on the edge of his bed and burie

ollably, "it's all that be

"it wasn't Cunningha

her heart he did. Can you blame her for not wanting to chance it again? I hardly had the heart to beg her, I was so broken up. She admitted she'd nothing a

began to move about again. "Sorry," h

r, I don't think I'd make up my mind that everything was entirely hop

o good chucking your hand in like this. S

troubles by telling him about Westbury,

d have done. A