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Lord Ellingham looked from one solicitor to the other. "Then," he said, with something of a smile, "if Wickham was really my uncle, Lord Marketstoke, and this young lady you tell me of is his daughter what, definitely, is my position?" Mr. Pawle looked at Mr. Carless, and Mr. Carless shook his head. "If Mr. Pawle's theory is correct," he said, "and mind you, Pawle, it will take a lot of proving.
And of course I saw your request for information about Ashton and his recent movements." "And you've some to give?" asked Mr. Pawle. "I have some to give," assented Mr. Perkwite, as the three men sat down by Mr. Pawle's desk. "Certainly and I should say it's of considerable importance.
And out of Pawle's Churchyard came III hundred which wist not of the others." For the most part all was invoked in the semi- darkness of the summer night, but here and there light came from an upper window on some boyish face, perhaps full of mischief, perhaps somewhat bewildered and appalled.
"If it's anything that will help to solve the mystery of this murder, for there is a mystery, I shall be very glad to hear it." Fosdick and Stephens glanced at each other and then at Viner, who sat a little in Mr. Pawle's rear. "Partner of yours?" asked Fosdick. "Not at all! This gentleman," replied Mr. Pawle, "is Mr. Viner. It was he who found Ashton's dead body. They were neighbours."
"Viner!" he said, "here is indeed a find! These are letters written by the Countess of Ellingham to her son, Lord Marketstoke, when he was a schoolboy at Eton!" Viner looked over Mr. Pawle's shoulder at the letters there were numbers of them, all neatly folded and arranged; a faint scent of dried flowers rose from them as the old lawyer spread them out on the desk.
"Nothing easier, sir open to one and all!" "Then, if you've the time to spare, we'll go now," said Viner. He lingered behind a moment to tell Miss Wickham of Mr. Pawle's appointment for the morning, and then went away with Barleyfield in the Notting Hill direction. "I suppose you've been at the Grey Mare since Mr. Ashton's death?" he asked as they walked along.
Pawle's blotting-pad, "if you know my name at all? I'm a pretty well-known Lancashire manufacturer, and I was a member of Parliament for some years for the Richdale Valley division. I didn't put up again at the last General Election." Mr. Pawle bowed. "Just so, Mr. Armitstead," he answered. "And there's something you know about this case?" "I know this," replied Mr. Armitstead.
Pawle's room, and bending down to him, whispered a few words which evidently occasioned him great surprise. "At once!" he said. "Bring them straight in, Parkinson. God bless me!" he exclaimed, turning to Viner. "Here are the two men in question Fosdick and Stephens! Saw our name in the paper as Ashton's solicitors and want to see me urgently."
Why, as Pawle had remarked, were there no papers or documents, concerning her to be found anywhere? Had she anything to do with the secret? It seemed to him that the confusion was becoming more confounded. But the first thing to do was to save Hyde. And he was relieved to see that Felpham jumped at Pawle's suggestion. "Good!" said Felpham.
"I was so upset when I heard from Perkwite that Miss Wickham has been in that house in Whitechapel," he said, "that, on learning she'd gone off with you, Viner, Lord Ellingham and I drove to Pawle's and brought him on here to learn if she'd got home and what had happened." "What had happened?" demanded Mr. Pawle. "What is it, Viner?" Viner gathered them round him with a look.
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