Chapter 36
Francis and Margaret sat in the rose garden on the following
morning. Their conversation was a little disjointed, as the
conversation of lovers in a secluded and beautiful spot should be,
but they came back often to the subject of Sir Timothy.
“If I have misunderstood your father,” Francis, declared, “and I
admit that I have, it has been to some extent his own fault. To me
he was always the deliberate scoffer against any code of morals, a
rebel against the law even if not a criminal in actual deeds. I
honestly believed that The Walled House was the scene of
disreputable orgies, that your father was behind Fairfax in that
cold-blooded murder, and that he was responsible in some sinister
way for the disappearance of Reggie Wilmore. Most of these things
seem to have be
