'
'Where does Dr Richardson live?'
'Why, sir, he lives at the white house near the station.'
She could not make out why Arthur asked these questions.
'Did Mr Haddo go to the funeral?'
'Oh yes, sir. I've never seen anyone so upset.'
'That'll do. You can go.'
Susie poured out the tea and handed a cup to Arthur. To her surprise, he
drank the tea and ate some bread and butter. She could not understand
him. The expression of strain, and the restlessness which had been so
painful, were both gone from his face, and it was set now to a look of
grim determination. At last he spoke to them.
'I'm going to see this doctor. Margaret's heart was as sound as mine.'
'What are you going to do?'
'Do?'
He turned on her with a peculiar fierceness.
'I'm going to put a rope round that man's neck, and if the law won't help
me, by God, I'll kill him myself.'
'_Mais, mon ami, vous etes fou_,' cried Dr Porhoet, springing up.
Arthur put out his hand angrily, as though to keep him back. The frown on
his face grew darker.
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