Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 201: what you’re looking at

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192 GUY HAMMERSLEY. ‘¢ Thaven’t got it, Major Warburton. I left the door unlocked, and put the key under the mat, as you told me to,” replied Guy firmly, but respectfully. ‘‘But the door is locked,” insisted the old gentle- man, ‘‘and you musthavedoneit. I want that key, or I cannot go out to the stable and order the Carriage.” Mrs. Westmore spoke up at this point. ‘¢ Major Warburton,” she said, ‘‘ I can testify that this young man disposed of that key exactly as you requested him to do.” ‘Then, madam,” responded the major, bowing low, ‘‘ all I have to say is that some one has found it and made us all prisoners.” Mrs. Westmore flashed a glance at Guy, which was meant to express: ‘‘ Do you believe him?” This was just the question that was puzzling the young real estate clerk. He knew that the insane are fearfully cunning, and yet, if the door below had been open, and the major’s aim had been to get out, as undoubtedly it was, why should he not have made his escape if the door had been in the condition in which Guy had left it? On the other hand, who could have locked iti? get it had been some one connected with the household, it was strange that he or she had not made an investigation into the cause of the door being open. ‘‘But surely there must be some other way of getting out,” went on Mrs. Westmore. Then, glance ing at her watch, sheadded: ‘‘ We must find it pretty soon, or we shall miss our train.” ‘“Madam,” rejoined the old gentleman, again (EONMIELONOOL KS