Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 202: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 193 bowing in his stately fashion, ‘‘I cannot think of allowing my guests to depart by any other than the front door.” | As he spoke he turned suddenly and went out as swiftly as he had done before, again fastening the door behind him. ‘‘T cannot understand how that door came to be locked,” muttered Guy, and he then gave his rea- sons for believing that the major had told the truth about it. ‘¢ But it is unaccountable to me,” returned Mrs. Westmore, ‘‘ that a man in such a condition should be left by himself in this way. It seems really criminal.” ‘I dare say this is the first time it ever happened,” rejoined Guy. ‘‘ Doubtless the wedding the driver told us about was one that all the servants here wished to attend, thinking no harm could come to their charge in the brief time of their absence. Thisleads me to hope that they will soon be back and let us out.” “ But meanwhile that man may murder us all,” putin Amy. ‘‘Can’t we lock ourselves in till the servants come back?” ‘‘T think not. There is no bolt on the door if I remember right,” replied Guy, stepping across the floor to investigate. ‘‘ No, ’mright. But you need have no fears, Miss Westmore. You can see for yourself he is not violent.” | Nevertheless, it was by no means a pleasant situa- tion, although their imprisonment was in what might be called a gilded cage. The sun poured down a Gomicboo <=)