"You must cancel my engagements for two days, Aynesworth," he said. "I
have to go out of town."
Aynesworth nodded.
"There's nothing very special on," he remarked. "Do you want me to go
with you?"
"It is not necessary," Wingrave answered. "I am going," he added,
after a moment's pause, "to Cornwall."
Aynesworth was immediately silent. The one time when Wingrave had
spoken to him as an employer, was in answer to some question of his as
to what had eventually become of the treasures of Tredowen. He had
always since scrupulously avoided the subject.
"Be so good as to look out the trains for me," Wingrave continued. "I
cannot go until the afternoon," he added after a momentary pause. "I
have an engagement for luncheon. Perhaps, if you are not too busy, you
will see that Morrison packs some things for me."
He moved to the writing table, and wrote a few lines to the
Marchioness, regretting that his absence from town would prevent his
dining with her on the following day. Then he studied the money column
in several newspapers for half an hour, and telephoned to his broker.
At eleven o'clock, he rode for an hour in the quietest part of the
park, avoiding, so far as possible, anyone he knew, and galloping
whenever he could. It was the only form of exercise in which he was
known to indulge although the knowledge of English games, which he
sometimes displayed, was a little puzzling to some of his
acquaintances.
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