A quick flame of jealousy ran through
the girl's mind.
Miss Bremerton quickened her step.
'So they're open!' she said eagerly, as she and Pamela met. 'And
there's nothing broken, or--or lying about!'
She looked in bewilderment at the unlittered road and swinging gate.
'They were open, Perley says, first thing this morning. He came by
about seven.'
'Before the plough arrived?'
'Yes.'
They stood still, trying to puzzle it out. Then a sudden laugh
crossed Elizabeth's face.
'Perhaps there were no barricades! Perhaps your father was taking us
all in!'
'Not at all,' said Pamela drily. 'Perley saw the gates firmly barred
with hurdles and barbed wire, and all tied up with rope, when he and
his wife left the Lodge late last night.'
Elizabeth suddenly coloured brightly. Why, Pamela could not imagine.
Her fair skin made it impossible for a flush to pass unnoticed. But
why should she flush?
Elizabeth walked on rapidly, her eyes on the ground. When she raised
them it was to look rather steadily at her companion.
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