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MRS. ORMEROD

fetch his mother, left me on the mat. I waited for three minutes and then Mrs. Ormerod, the housekeeper, appeared.
Agatha, my dear, if you rolled all your Famous Trials into one you wouldn't have the faintest idea of that abominable woman.
At first sight I put her down as about fifty, but I expect she was a good deal older than that. Anyhow her hair was dyed and her teeth were false. I've no objection to people improving their looks; on the contrary I'm grateful to them-but hair of a canary yellow and a cameo brooch of a disconsolate female weeping over an urn! She was dressed in a sickly sort of seagreen robe, with white cuffs turned up from podgy wrists and she wore a girdle from which was suspended a bunch of keys. Round her neck hung a chain, and from it dangled a curious jade ornament that I found out to be a whistle.
I gave my name and said that I believed I was expected.
`I believe you are,' said Mrs. Ormerod. She looked me up and down in the way she might have done a truant kitchenmaid arriving home an hour late after her evening out. And then she winked at me. At least an ordinary lay person would have called it a wink-'habit spasm' is the term the Inchpens use. Her left eyelid quivered and then suddenly closed. I felt rather like a mouse looking at a gorged owl that was too lazy to pounce before dusk. Mrs. Ormerod blew her whistle, the small boy came trotting down the corridor and seized my bag, while I followed the housekeeper the length of the rambling house to the drawing-room and safety.
Mary Inchpen gave me the warmest of welcomes. She is an enfolding sort of person, and wraps herself round you in a way that I could never put up with from any one else. Aleck, I found, was spending the day in Maldon and wouldn't be back before evening, so we had tea by ourselves. She wasn't at all well, and had to walk with a stick, but she insisted on taking me all round the house before it was too dark. It's a regular rabbit-warren of a place, with steps up and steps down, and only half the rooms are furnished. The rest are filled with lumber which Mary is gradually sorting out, so that Aleck will

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