Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 190: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 181 Occupants in the carriage than when he took note of the weather. Mrs. Westmore had a good many questions to ask concerning the house and grounds of the estate they were going to inspect. ‘‘Mr. Westmore is so busy down-town,” she ex- plained, ‘‘ that he doesn’t care to take the time to see the place unless he is certain first that it will suit Amy and myself.” Guy, thanks to his study of the plans and maps, was enabled to answer most of the questions put to him, and by the time they reached the station, Mrs. Westmore and her daughter knew as much about Lone Point as’ he did himself. In exchange, as it were, Guy had learned that Miss Amy had a brother Ridley, two years older than herself, who was pas- sionately fond of driving, and who had charged them to see that the roads at Rye were good ones. The mention of this fact solved the mystery. ‘‘T know now where I have seen this girl,” said Guy tohimself. ‘‘ Night before last, going into the Criterion Theater with the fellow who drives that T-cart. He’s the person she looks like, and must be her brother.” It was queer. He seemed bound to run across this fellow in one way or another. At any rate he had now found out his name—Ridley Westmore. And here was Guy, riding in the same carriage with his sister, and only two nights before he had taken two steps behind them, to try and imagine that he was enjoying his old-time privileges ! On reaching Rye, after a pleasant trip on the cars, Gomicboo CS (E(0) m