The baronet frowned. “I never liked Frederick,” he said. “He was an untruthful child. The last time I saw him his manners left much to be desired.” “I hate him,” said Estelle. “Shall I say we’re going away?” “No, no,” said the baronet. “He is my sister’s son. If he asks for lunch he must have it. What is he doing down here?” “Except that he’s going to Cornwall he doesn’t say.” This was hardly surprising. The intelligence would have been ill received. Cousin Frederick had been summoned to appear at a Cornish Petty S…
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