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letter,’ Dr Maine said, ‘the whole village’ll know by this time next week.’
    ‘Wicked!’ Miss Cost cried out in a trembling voice, ‘that’s what she must be. A wicked woman. Or mad,’ she added, as an afterthought. ‘Both, I expect.’
    The men received this uneasily.
    ‘How, may I inquire, Major, did you frame your reply?’ the Mayor asked.
    ‘Took a few days to decide,’ said Major Barrimore, ‘and sent a wire. “Accommodation reserved will be glad to discuss matter outlined in your letter”.’
    ‘Very proper.’
    ‘Thing is, as I said when I told you about it: we ought to arrive at some sort of agreement among ourselves. She gives your names, as the people she wants to see. Well, we’ve all had a week to think it over. What’s our line going to be? Better be consistent, hadn’t we?’
    ‘But can we be consistent?’ the Rector asked. ‘I think you all know my views. I’ve never attempted to disguise them. In the pulpit or anywhere else.’
    ‘But you don’t,’ said Miss Cost, who alone had heard the Rector from the pulpit, ‘you don’t deny the truth of the cures, now do you?’
    ‘No,’ he said. ‘I thank God for them but I deplore the – excessive publicity.’
    ‘Naow, naow, naow,’ said the Mayor excitedly. ‘Didn’t we ought to take a wider view? Didn’t we ought to think of the community as a whole? In my opinion, sir, the remarkable properties of our Spring has brought nothing but good to Portcarrow: nothing but good. And didn’t the public at large ought to be made aware of the benefits we offer? I say it did and it ought which is what it has and should continue to be.’
    ‘Jolly good, Mr Mayor,’ said Barrimore. ‘Hear, hear!’
    ‘Hear!’ said Miss Cost.
    ‘Would she sell?’ Dr Maine asked suddenly.
    ‘I don’t think she would, Bob.’
    ‘Ah well, naow,’ said the Mayor, ‘Naow! Suppose – and mind, gentlemen, I speak unofficially. Private – But, suppose she would. There might be a possibility that the borough itself would be interested. As a spec – ‘ He caught himself up and looked sideways at the Rector. ‘As a civic duty. Or maybe a select group of right-minded residents –’
    Dr Maine said dryly: ‘They’d find themselves competing in pretty hot company, I fancy. If the Island came on the open market.’
    ‘Which it won’t,’ said Major Barrimore. ‘If I’m any judge. She’s hell-bent on wrecking the whole show.’
    Mr Nankivell allowed himself a speculative grin. ‘Happen she don’t know the value, however,’ he insinuated.
    ‘Perhaps she’s concerned with other values,’ the Rector murmured.
    At this point Mrs Barrimore returned.
    ‘Don’t move,’ she said and sat down in a chair near the door. ‘I don’t know if I’m still – ?’
    Mr Nankivell embarked on a gallantry but Barrimore cut across it. ‘You’d better listen, Margaret,’ he said, with a restless glance at his wife. ‘After all, she may talk to you.’
    ‘Surely, surely!’ the Mayor exclaimed. ‘The ladies understand each other in a fashion that’s above the heads of us mere chaps, be’ant it, Miss Cost?’
    Miss Cost said: ‘I’m sure I don’t know,’ and looked very fixedly at Mrs Barrimore.
    ‘We don’t seem to be getting anywhere,’ Dr Maine observed.
    The Mayor cleared his throat. ‘This be’ant what you’d call a formal committee,’ he began, ‘but if it was and if I was in occupation of the chair, I’d move we took the temper of the meeting.’
    ‘Very good,’ Barrimore said. ‘Excellent suggestion. I propose His Worship be elected chairman. Those in favour?’ The others muttered a disjointed assent and the Mayor expanded. He suggested that what they really had to discover was how each of them proposed to respond to Miss Pride’s onslaught. He invited them to speak in turn, beginning with the Rector who repeated that they all knew his views and that he would abide by them.
    ‘Does that mean,’ Major Barrimore demanded,