CHAPTER VII

WHEN THEY returned to Keyley, they found Mr. Derrick playing bowls with his gardener. He did not seem in any way surprised that they had “taken the afternoon off,” as he put it. “This is a devil of a dull place without ladies. I nearly asked the nurse in to keep me company.” “Which nurse is that?” asked Dick quickly. Derrick laughed. “I’m blest if I know. I saw a nurse snooping round, admiring the gardens, and I hadn’t the heart to tell her she was trespassing. Rather a slim little thing—pretty, as far as I could j…