The Kingdom of the Blind HTML version
Isabel Worth leaned back in the comfortable seat by Granet's side and breathed a little
sigh of content. She had enjoyed her luncheon party a deux, their stroll along the sands
afterwards, and she was fully prepared to enjoy this short drive homewards.
"What a wonderful car yours is!" she murmured. "But do tell me--what on earth have you
got in behind?"
"It's just a little experimental invention of a friend of mine," he explained. "Some day we
are going to try it on one of these creeks. It's a collapsible canvas boat."
"Don't try it anywhere near us," she laughed. "Two of the fishermen from Wells sailed in
a little too close to the shed yesterday and the soldiers fired a volley at them."
Garnet made a grimace.
"Do you know I am becoming most frightfully curious about your father's work?" he
"Are you really?" she replied carelessly. "For my part, I wouldn't even take the trouble to
climb up the ladder into the workshop."
"But you must know something about what is going on there?" Granet persisted.
"I really don't," she assured him. "It's some wonderful invention, I believe, but I can't
help resenting anything that makes us live like hermits, suspect even the tradespeople,
give up entertaining altogether, give up even seeing our friends. I hope you are not going
to hurry away, Captain Granet. I haven't had a soul to speak to down here for months."
"I don't think I shall go just yet," he answered. "I want first to accomplish what I came
She turned her head very slowly and looked at him. There was quite a becoming flush
upon her cheeks.
"What did you come for?" she asked softly.
He was silent for a moment. Already his foot was on the brake of the car; they were
drawing near the plain, five-barred gates.
"Perhaps I am not quite sure about that myself," he whispered.
They had come to a standstill. She descended reluctantly.