to us.â
A reply was received that Dr. Kennedy would be prepared to receive them on the following Wednesday; and on that day they set off.
Woodleigh Bolton was a straggling village set along the side of a hill. Galls Hill was the highest house just at the top of the rise, with a view over Woodleigh Camp and the moors towards the sea.
âRather a bleak spot,â said Gwenda shivering.
The house itself was bleak and obviously Dr. Kennedy scorned such modern innovations as central heating. The woman who opened the door was dark and rather forbidding. She led them across the rather bare hall, and into a study where Dr. Kennedy rose to receive them. It was a long, rather high room, lined with well-filled bookshelves.
Dr. Kennedy was a grey-haired elderly man with shrewd eyes under tufted brows. His gaze went sharply from one to the other of them.
âMr. and Mrs. Reed? Sit here, Mrs. Reed, itâs probably the most comfortable chair. Now, whatâs all this about?â
Giles went fluently into their prearranged story.
He and his wife had been recently married in New Zealand. They had come to England, where his wife had lived for a short time as a child, and she was trying to trace old family friends and connections.
Dr. Kennedy remained stiff and unbending. He was polite but obviously irritated by Colonial insistence on sentimental family ties.
âAnd you think my sisterâmy half-sisterâand possibly myselfâare connections of yours?â he asked Gwenda, civilly, but with slight hostility.
âShe was my stepmother,â said Gwenda. âMy fatherâs second wife. I canât really remember her properly, of course. I was so small. My maiden name was Halliday.â
He stared at herâand then suddenly a smile illuminated his face. He became a different person, no longer aloof.
âGood Lord,â he said. âDonât tell me that youâre Gwennie!â
Gwenda nodded eagerly. The pet name, long forgotten, sounded in her ears with reassuring familiarity.
âYes,â she said. âIâm Gwennie.â
âGod bless my soul. Grown-up and married. How time flies! It must beâwhatâfifteen yearsâno, of course, much longer than that. You donât remember me, I suppose?â
Gwenda shook her head.
âI donât even remember my father. I mean, itâs all a vague kind of blur.â
âOf courseâHallidayâs first wife came from New ZealandâI remember his telling me so. A fine country, I should think.â
âItâs the loveliest country in the worldâbut Iâm quite fond of England, too.â
âOn a visitâor settling down here?â He rang the bell. âWe must have tea.â
When the tall woman came, he said, âTea, pleaseâandâerâhot buttered toast, orâor cake, or something.â
The respectable housekeeper looked venomous, but said, âYes, sir,â and went out.
âI donât usually go in for tea,â said Dr. Kennedy vaguely. âBut we must celebrate.â
âItâs very nice of you,â said Gwenda. âNo, weâre not on a visit. Weâve bought a house.â She paused and added, âHillside.â
Dr. Kennedy said vaguely, âOh yes. In Dillmouth. You wrote from there.â
âItâs the most extraordinary coincidence,â said Gwenda. âIsnât it, Giles?â
âI should say so,â said Giles. âReally quite staggering.â
âIt was for sale, you see,â said Gwenda, and added in face of Dr. Kennedyâs apparent non-comprehension, âItâs the same house where we used to live long ago.â
Dr. Kennedy frowned. âHillside? But surelyâOh yes, I did hear theyâd changed the name. Used to be St. Something or otherâif Iâm thinking of the right houseâon the Leahampton road, coming down into the town, on the right-hand
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