. The Saturday evening post. and sat in the garden with lunched together; and in the after-noon, tweed-clad, ash plant in hand andspaniel at heels, he went forth for a passed through the village, going easily,exchanging greetings and stopping at doorsto bestow genial patronizing notice uponfavored images of God. Everyone knewhim and was cordial and deferential; butof those who gave news and responded tohis invitation to gossip none spoke of aman killed in the dark upon the the victim, if not a tramp, had notbeen of this village at any rate. And in thedays that suc
. The Saturday evening post. and sat in the garden with lunched together; and in the after-noon, tweed-clad, ash plant in hand andspaniel at heels, he went forth for a passed through the village, going easily,exchanging greetings and stopping at doorsto bestow genial patronizing notice uponfavored images of God. Everyone knewhim and was cordial and deferential; butof those who gave news and responded tohis invitation to gossip none spoke of aman killed in the dark upon the the victim, if not a tramp, had notbeen of this village at any rate. And in thedays that succeeded there were no moretidings. It was not till Saturday, whenthe local weekly paper arrived, that thedead man, the shape he had last seen bythe light of a match, broke silence. Therehad been an inquest in Ashford. So much he saw ere he laid the paperdown to reply to his mothers breakfast-table chatter. Afterward in the garden heread of it at length. (Concluded on Page 126) 124 * THE SATURDAY EVENING POST December IS, 1920.
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