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And unless she contrived, guarded and watched as she was, to get the poison for herself, the poison must have come to her in one of the captain's letters." "I don't believe she used it, if it did come to her!" exclaimed Mr. Bashwood. "I believe it was the captain himself who poisoned her husband!"
Bashwood came back from the far end of the corridor still pondering, in unutterable expectation, on what was to come with the night. "Am I to go now?" he asked. "No. You are to stay. I said you should know all if you waited till the morning. Wait here." He hesitated, and looked about him. "The doctor," he faltered. "I thought the doctor said "
You may fancy the state I was in! An hour or two later there came more news from Mr. Bashwood good news this time. The mischievous idiot at Thorpe Ambrose had shown sense enough at last to be ashamed of himself. He had decided on withdrawing the spy that very day, and he and his lawyer had quarreled in consequence.
He had looked round the room, and had satisfied himself that the persons occupying it were all strangers, when he heard a voice behind him, exclaiming: "Can that be Mr. Bashwood!" He turned in eager expectation, and found himself face to face with the last man under heaven whom he had expected to see. The man was MIDWINTER. Noticing Mr. "I see I have surprised you," he said.
"Which of you was on duty yesterday evening, between nine and ten o'clock?" asked Bashwood the younger, suddenly joining them, and putting his question in a quick, peremptory whisper. "I was, sir," said one of the men, unwillingly. "Did you lose sight of the house? Yes! I see you did." "Only for a minute, sir. An infernal blackguard of a soldier came in "
If sending for Allan had been equivalent to unchaining a ferocious watch-dog, Mr. Bashwood could hardly have been more anxious to stop the proceeding. "I wish you kindly good-evening, sir," he went on, getting out to the steps. "I'm much obliged to you. I will be scrupulously punctual on Monday morning I hope I think I'm sure you will soon learn everything I can teach you.
More he could not concede, even to Allan's persuasion, and for more it would be useless to ask. The day of the picnic came. The lovely morning, and the cheerful bustle of preparation for the expedition, failed entirely to tempt Midwinter into altering his resolution. At the regular hour he left the breakfast-table to join Mr. Bashwood in the steward's office.
To-morrow will probably decide whether this view is the right one, for my letter to Armadale's representatives will have been delivered at the great house this morning. "So much for what old Bashwood had to tell me. Having recovered my influence over him, and possessed myself of all his information so far, the next thing to consider was the right use to turn him to in the future.
In the second place, the more forward he was with the business of the office, the more free he would be to join his son in London, without attracting suspicion to himself by openly neglecting the interests placed under his charge. Bashwood, impenetrably fixed on other things.
Pedgift Senior habitually matched everybody his son included with their own weapons. "Be good enough to remember, Augustus," he rejoined, "that my Room is not a Court of Law. A bad joke is not invariably followed by 'roars of laughter' here. Let Mr. Bashwood come in." Mr. Bashwood was introduced, and Pedgift Junior withdrew.
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