"As if Galloway did not know us chaps in his office better than
to suspect us!"
"I fancy Butterby is fonder of meddling than he need be," said the
organist. "A certain person in the town, living not a hundred miles
from this very spot, was suspected of having made free with a ring,
which disappeared from a dressing-table, where she was paying an
evening visit; and I declare if Butterby did not put his nose into it,
and worm out all the particulars!"
"That she had not taken it?"
"That she had. But it produced great annoyance; all parties concerned,
even those who had lost the ring, would rather have buried it in
silence. It was hushed up afterwards. Butterby ought to understand
people's wishes, before he sets to work."
"I wish press-gangs were in fashion!" emphatically uttered Roland.
"What a nice prize he'd make!"
"I suppose I can depend upon you to take the duty at College this
morning?" Mr. Williams said to Arthur, as he was leaving them.
"Yes, I shall be out in time for the examination at the Guildhall. The
hour fixed is half-past eleven."
"Old villains the magistrates must have been, to remand it at all!" was
the concluding comment of Mr. Roland Yorke.
CHAPTER XXVI.
CHECKMATED.
Constance Channing proceeded to her duties as usual at Lady Augusta
Yorke's. She drew her veil over her face, only to traverse the very
short way that conveyed her thither, for the sense of shame was strong
upon her; not shame for Arthur, but for Hamish.
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