There was the blind
conquering hero almost on his way to local apotheosis. And here
were Sir Anthony and I with the revelation of the man Gedge. It
was a fantastic, baffling situation. I had been haunted by the
dread of discussing it. So in reply to his outburst I simply said:
"What are you going to do?"
He drew himself up, with his obstinate chin in the air, and looked
at me straight.
"If God gives me strength, I am going to do what lies before me."
At this moment Lady Fenimore came in.
"Mr. Winterbotham would like to speak to you a minute, Anthony.
It's something about the school children."
"All right, my dear. I'll go to him at once," said Sir Anthony.
"You'll stay and lunch with us, Duncan?"
I declined on the plea that I should have to nurse myself for a
strenuous day. Sir Anthony might play the Roman father, but it was
beyond my power to play the Roman father's guest.
CHAPTER XX
How he passed through the ordeal I don't know. If ever a man stood
captain of his soul, it was Anthony Fenimore that day. And his
soul was steel-armoured. Perhaps, if proof had come to him from an
untainted source, it might have modified his attitude.
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