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He was so calm, so refined, so professional. "I suppose we can only go by the circulation department," he replied simply, attracted by Eugene's sympathetic smile. "That's all! That's all!" exclaimed Colfax. "That is probably true," said Eugene, "but a good thing ought to be as easily circulated as a poor one. At least it's worth trying." Mr. Marchwood smiled.
You were on the point of telling me what brought you to this house." Without a word more of preface, Sir Patrick told him the news of Geoffrey's marriage to Anne. "Married!" cried Mr. Marchwood. "Are you sure of what you say?" "I am one of the witnesses of the marriage." "Good Heavens! And Lord Holchester's lawyer has left the house!" "Can I replace him?
Following the servant to the other end of the corridor, Sir Patrick was conducted into a small room the ante-chamber to the bedroom in which Lord Holchester lay. The door of communication was closed. A gentleman sat writing at a table near the window. He rose, and held out his hand, with a look of surprise, when the servant announced Sir Patrick's name. This was Mr. Marchwood.
Lady Holchester rang the bell at her side. "Take Sir Patrick Lundie to Mr. Marchwood," she said to the servant. Sir Patrick started. The name was familiar to him, as the name of a friend. "Mr. Marchwood of Hurlbeck?" he asked. "The same." With that brief answer, Lady Holchester dismissed her visitor.
Instead he decided on sweeping changes and not long after he had been in charge he began to make them. Marchwood, the editor of the Review, was removed, as was Gailer of the Weekly. The editorship of the Adventure Story Magazine was given to Bezenah.
You know the Fair Rosamond, now lying off Marchwood? she continued, growing every instant paler and paler. 'The trader to St Michael's for oranges and other fruits? 'That is but a blind, sir. She belongs to the same company as the boats you captured at Hurst Castle. She will complete landing her cargo early to-morrow morning, and drop down the river with the ebb-tide just about dawn.
With the will in his hand, Mr. Marchwood advanced to the bedroom door. It was opened from within before he could get to it. The doctor appeared on the threshold. He held up his hand warningly when Mr. Marchwood attempted to speak to him. "Go to Lady Holchester," he said. "It's all over." "Dead?" "Dead."
This is even more serious than you suppose. Tell me, what under less pressing circumstances I should have no right to ask. Apart from the unexecuted codicil what is Geoffrey Delamayn's position in the will?" "He is not even mentioned in it." "Have you got the will?" Mr. Marchwood unlocked a drawer, and took it out. Sir Patrick instantly rose from his chair.
After the first explanations had been given, Sir Patrick patiently reverted to the object of his visit to Holchester House. On the first occasion when he mentioned Anne's name he observed that Mr. Marchwood became, from that moment, specially interested in what he was saying. "Do you happen to be acquainted with the lady?" he asked
They hated them both with a secret hate but there was no escaping their domination. The need of living salaries held all in obsequious subjection. "Here's Mr. Marchwood," Colfax said inconsiderately of the editor of the International Review. "He thinks he's making a wonderful publication of that, but we don't know whether he is yet or not." Eugene winced for Marchwood.
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