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"I see from Tomes," observed Eleanor Scaife to the Chief Justice, as he handed her a cup of tea, "that all the elections are on the same day in New Lindsey." "They are," he answered. "A good thing, don't you think?" "But if a man wants to vote in two places?" "Then it's kind to prevent him, because if he does it he's sent to prison." "Oh! And when do the results appear?" "Here at Kirton?
I let out a fine exclamation when I saw that, and the other three turned and stared at me. "Mr. Lindsey!" said I, "look here! Those are the clothes he was wearing when I saw the last of him. And there's the shirt he had on, too, and the shoes. Wherever he is, and whatever happened to him, he made a complete change of linen and clothing before he quitted the yacht! That's a plain fact, Mr.
Thanks to this sanguine view, he found himself, at the age of forty-five, a free man in New Lindsey; and, thinking that he and his native country had had about enough of one another, he had enrolled himself as a subject of her Majesty, and had plunged into the affairs of his new home with his usual energy.
"Just heard by wire from Largo police that small yacht answering description of Carstairs' has been brought in there by fishermen who found it early this morning in Largo Bay, empty." We looked at each other. And Mr. Lindsey suddenly laughed. "Empty!" he exclaimed. "Aye! but that doesn't prove that the man's dead!" Mr.
But we know he was staying at one of the common lodging-houses Watson's three nights ago, and that the last two nights he wasn't in there at all." "Well where's that purse?" demanded Mr. Lindsey. "Mr. Moneylaws here says he can identify it, if it's Crone's."
"Supposing a man landed about the coast, here," asked Mr. Lindsey "I'm just putting a case to you and didn't go into the town, but walked along the beach where would he strike a railway station, now?" The police official replied that there were railway stations to the right and left of the bay a man could easily make Edinburgh in one direction, and St.
And the bank at Peebles has the numbers of the notes that Phillips carried off in his little bag and I'll trace those fellows yet, Mr. Lindsey." "Good luck to you, sergeant!" answered Mr. Lindsey. He turned to me when Chisholm had gone. "That's the police all over, Hugh," he remarked. "And you might talk till you were black in the face to yon man, and he'd stick to his story."
"I won't tease then," said Princess Polly, "because they ought not to tell, and I don't really want them to. I'd like to know now, but I'd rather have it a surprise when the evening comes." "Polly is right, as usual," said Rob Lindsey, to which Harry Grafton replied in a teasing voice: "Does anyone believe that Rob would say that anything that Polly does is anything but right?"
And, womanlike, and not being over-amenable to reason, she saw no cause for a great fuss about the affair in her own house, at any rate. The man was dead, she said, and let them get him put decently away, and hold his money till somebody came forward to claim it all quietly and without the pieces in the paper that Mr. Lindsey talked about.
"Because, mother," I answered her, "I believed yon Carstairs would go back to Berwick and tell that there'd been a sad accident, and I was dead drowned and I wanted to let him go on thinking that I was dead and so I decided to keep away. And if he is alive, it'll be the best thing to let the man still go on thinking I was drowned as I'll prove to Mr. Lindsey there.
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