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He took a card from his case, and, having written a few lines on it, handed it to Thorndyke. "It is very good of you," he said, "to take so much trouble. Like Mr. Marchmont, I have no expectation of any result from your efforts, but I am very grateful to you, all the same, for going into the case so thoroughly.
The will to change was wanting; Marchmont might deplore what he lost by being what he was, and at times he felt very sore about it; but as a matter of taste he liked himself just as he was, even as he liked the few people in whom he found some of the same flavour and the same bent of mind.
Laura began to take her coffee by spoonfuls. Just then there come into the dining-car a tall blond gentleman and a young, charming lady, each smarter than the other. The man bowed to Laura with much formality. "Who is he?" asked Caesar. "He is the second son of Lord Marchmont, and he has married a Yankee millionairess." "You knew him in Rome?"
"Do you think he would recognise in either of us one of the 'charming girls of Marchmont' that his mother painted?" "Maybe it's only a book-agent after all," suggested Claribel, hopefully. But the knocking sounded again, and Wilma shook her head.
Jimmy's slow smile endured all through this speech; he had a sense of humour which he treated gravely. "I didn't know he was coming," said Marchmont. Sir Winterton broke into a hearty laugh. "You're the most prejudiced fellow in the world, Marchmont," he said. "I tell you what, though," he went on. "Do persuade Lady May to take care of her husband, or get him to take care of himself.
"I expect he can," said Marchmont; "at any rate, he knows more about them than I do; so I will be off. If you should happen to think of any way," he continued, with a sly smile, "of upsetting that will, just let me know, and I will lose no time in entering a caveat. Good-bye! Don't trouble to let me out." As soon as he was gone, Thorndyke turned to Stephen Blackmore.
So I went up; and as soon as I got in at the window I saw that the gentleman was dead. I went through the other room and opened the outer door and let in the porter and the policeman. "That," said Mr. Marchmont, laying down the paper containing the depositions, "is the way in which poor Jeffrey Blackmore's death came to be discovered.
Gorham wrote to Agnes, thanking her for the pleasure the visit had given her, she added: "I have talked so much about Marchmont since my return, of its roses, of its hospitality and its charming girls, that Tom declares he intends to follow my example and drop by some day for a call. He may carry out his threat this summer, as a little business matter may call him to that part of the State.
"I almost think," said Mr. Marchmont, "that it would be better if you would put us in possession of the new facts. Then, if the conclusions that follow from them are not sufficiently obvious, we could hear the argument. What do you say, Winwood?" Mr. Winwood roused himself for an instant, barked out the one word "Facts," and shut himself up again with a snap.
"You'd better wait till somebody offers you change," advised Lady Richard. "Meanwhile we've had an admirable expert opinion," said Marchmont. "Which we believe," added Morewood, "as implicitly as we do in the excellence of the Alethea Printing Press." "Hallo, are you in it too?" cried Dick. "You see we're all disciples," he added to May.
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