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this astounding piece of news from Jerry Nichols he was relieved that he had acted in this way。 Whatever Claire might have thought of the original scheme； there was no doubt at all what she would think of his plan of seeking out Elizabeth Boyd with a view to dividing the legacy with her。
He was guarded in his letter。 He mentioned no definite figures。 He wrote that Ira Nutbe of whom they had spoken so often had most surprisingly left him in his will a large sum of money； and eased his conscience by telling himself that half of a million pounds undeniably was a large sum of money。
The addressing of the letter called for thought。 She would have left Southampton with the rest of the pany before it could arrive。 Where was it that she said they were going next week？ Portsmouth； that was it。 He addressed the letter Care of The Girl and the Artist pany； to the King's Theatre； Portsmouth。
5
The village of Brookport； Long Island； is a summer place。 It lives； like the mosquitoes that infest it； entirely on its summer visitors。 At the time of the death of Mr Ira Nutbe； the only all…the…year…round inhabitants were the butcher； the grocer； the chemist； the other customary fauna of villages； and Miss Elizabeth Boyd； who rented the ramshackle farm known locally as Flack's and eked out a precarious livelihood by keeping bees。
If you take down your _Encyclopaedia Britannica_； Volume III； AUS to BIS； you will find that bees are a 'large and natural family of the zoological order Hymenoptera； characterized by the plumose form of many of their hairs； by the large size of the basal segment of the foot 。。。 and by the development of a 〃tongue〃 for sucking liquid food；' the last of which peculiarities； it is interesting to note； they shared with Claude Nutbe Boyd； Elizabeth's brother； who for quite a long timetill his money ran outhad made liquid food almost his sole means of sustenance。 These things； however； are by the way。 We are not such snobs as to think better or worse of a bee because it can claim kinship with the _Hymenoptera_ family； nor so ill…bred as to chaff it for having large feet。 The really interesting passage in the article occurs later； where it says： 'The bee industry prospers greatly in America。'
This is one of those broad statements that invite challenge。 Elizabeth Boyd would have challenged it。 She had not prospered greatly。 With considerable trouble she contrived to pay her way； and that was all。
Again referring to the 'Encyclopaedia；' we find the words： 'Before undertaking the management of a modern apiary； the beekeeper should possess a certain amount of aptitude for the pursuit。' This was possibly the trouble with Elizabeth's venture； considered from a mercial point of view。 She loved bees； but she was not an expert on them。 She had started her apiary with a small capital； a book of practical hints； and a second…hand queen； principally because she was in need of some occupation that would enable her to live in the country。 It was the unfortunate condition of Claude Nutbe which made life in the country a necessity。 At that time he was spending the remains of the money left him by his aunt； and Elizabeth had hardly settled down at Brookport and got her venture under way when she found herself obliged to provide for Nutty a bination of home and sanatorium。 It had been the poor lad's mistaken view that he could drink up all the alcoholic liquor in America。
It is a curious law of Nature that the most undeserving brothers always have the best sisters。 Thrifty； plodding young men； who get up early； and do it now； and catch the employer's eye； and save half their salaries； have sisters who never speak civilly to them except when they want to borrow money。 To the Claude Nutbes of the world are vouchsafed the Elizabeths。
The great aim of Elizabeth's life was to make a new man of Nutty。 It was her hope that the quiet life and soothing air of Brookport； withunless you counted the money…in…the…slot musical box at the storeits absence of the fiercer excitements； might in time pull him together and unscramble his disordered nervous system。 She liked to listen of a morning to the sound of Nutty busy in the next room with a broom and a dustpan； for in the simple lexicon of Flack's there was no such word as 'help'。 The privy purse would not run to a maid。 Elizabeth did the cooking and Claude Nutbe the housework。
Several days after Claire Fenwick and Lord Dawlish； by different routes； had sailed from England； Elizabeth Boyd sat up in bed and shook her mane of hair from her eyes； yawning。 Outside her window the birds were singing； and a shaft of sunlight intruded itself beneath the blind。 But what definitely convinced her that it was time to get up was the plaintive note of James； the cat； patrolling the roof of the porch。 An animal of regular habits； James always called for breakfast at eight…thirty sharp。
Elizabeth got out of bed； wrapped her small body in a pink kimono； thrust her small feet into a pair of blue slippers； yawned again； and went downstairs。 Having taken last night's milk from the ice…box； she went to the back door； and； having filled James's saucer； stood on the grass beside it； sniffing the morning air。
Elizabeth Boyd was twenty…one； but standing there with her hair tumbling about her shoulders she might have been taken by a not…too…close observer for a child。 It was only when you saw her eyes and the resolute tilt of the chin that you realized that she was a young woman very well able to take care of herself in a difficult world。 Her hair was very fair； her eyes brown and very bright； and the contrast was extraordinarily piquant。 They were valiant eyes； full of spirit； eyes； also； that saw the humour of things。 And her mouth was the mouth of one who laughs easily。 Her chin； small like the rest of her； was strong； and in the way she held herself there was a boyish jauntiness。 She lookedand wasa capable little person。
She stood besides James like a sentinel； watching over him as he breakfasted。 There was a puppy belonging to one of the neighbours who sometimes lumbered over and stole James's milk； disposing of it in greedy gulps while its rightful proprietor looked on with piteous helplessness。 Elizabeth was fond of the puppy； but her sense of justice was keen and she was there to check this brigandage。
It was a perfect day； cloudless and still。 There was peace in the air。 James； having finished his milk； began to wash himself。 A squirrel climbed cautiously down from a linden tree。 From the orchard came the murmur of many bees。
Aesthetically Elizabeth was fond of still； cloudless days； but experience had taught her to suspect them。 As was the custom in that locality； the water supply depended on a rickety windwheel。 It was with a dark foreboding that she returned to the kitchen and turned on one of the taps。 For perhaps three seconds a stream of the dimension of a darning…needle emerged； then with a sad gurgle the tap relapsed into a stolid inaction。 There is no stolidity so utter as that of a waterless tap。
'Confound it！' said Elizabeth。
She passed through the dining…room to the foot of the stairs。
'Nutty！' There was no reply。
'Nutty； my precious lamb！'
Upstairs in the room next to her own a long； spare form began to uncurl itself in bed； a face with a receding chin and a small forehead raised itself reluctantly from the pillow； and Claude Nutbe Boyd signalized the fact that he was awake by scowling at the morning sun and uttering an aggrieved groan。
Alas； poor Nutty！ This was he whom but yesterday Broadway had known as the Speed Kid； on whom head…waiters had smiled and lesser waiters fawned； whose snake…like form had nestled in so many a front…row orchestra stall。
Where were his lobster Newburgs now； his cold quarts that were wont to set the table in a roar？
Nutty Boyd conformed as nearly as a human being may to Euclid's definition of a straight line。 He was length without breadth。 From boyhood's early day he had sprouted like a weed； till now in the middle twenties he gave startled strangers the conviction that it only required a sharp gust of wind to snap him in half。 Lying in bed； he looked more like a length of hose…pipe than anything else。 While he was unw