He saw an expression of pain on Mrs. Milton's gentle face, and stopped

abruptly.

"No," said Dangle, "we shan't HANG ABOUT, as you put it. There are

two places in Chichester where tourists might go--the cathedral and a

remarkably fine museum. I shall go to the cathedral and make an inquiry

or so, while Widgery--"

"The museum. Very well. And after that there's a little thing or two

I've thought of myself," said Widgery.

To begin with they took Mrs. Milton in a kind of procession to the Red

Hotel and established her there with some tea. "You are so kind to

me," she said. "All of you." They signified that it was nothing, and

dispersed to their inquiries. By six they returned, their zeal a little

damped, without news. Widgery came back with Dangle. Phipps was the last

to return. "You're quite sure," said Widgery, "that there isn't any flaw

in that inference of yours?"

"Quite," said Dangle, rather shortly.

"Of course," said Widgery, "their starting from Midhurst on the

Chichester road doesn't absolutely bind them not to change their minds."

My dear fellow!--It does. Really it does. You must allow me to have

enough intelligence to think of cross-roads. Really you must. There

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