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I must tell him that I shall insist on sharing if it's all mine, I can do that. And yet why didn't Uncle Jacob divide it? Why did he leave Barthorpe nothing?" Still pondering sadly over these and kindred subjects Peggie went upstairs to a parlour of her own, a room in which she did as she liked and made into a den after her own taste.
And in point of strict fact, Barthorpe was both stunned by the news he had just received and plunged into deep speculation by a certain feature of it. He hurried along, scarcely knowing where he was going but he was thinking all the same. And suddenly he pulled himself up and found that he had turned down Portman Street and was already in the thick of Oxford Street's busy crowds.
And as he passed the centre table he saw old Simpson Harker, who, after sitting in attentive silence for three hours had come up to it, picked up the "History of Barthorpe" which had been found in Braden's suit-case and was inquisitively peering at its title-page. Pemberton Bryce was not the only person in Wrychester who was watching Ransford with keen attention during these events.
Then she was removed to Jacob Herapath's own house in Portman Square, where she has remained ever since. My cousin, I believe, has a very accurate recollection of her residence with the Bristowes, and she will remember being brought from Buckinghamshire to London at the time I have spoken of." Barthorpe paused for a moment and looked at Peggie.
"I'm more than ever convinced that Jacob Herapath was robbed as well as murdered, and that robbery and murder or, rather, murder and robbery, for the murder would go first took place just before Barthorpe entered the offices to keep that appointment. Selwood! we must find this Dimambro man!" "Who's most likely left the country," remarked Selwood.
"Just so, just so I'll see to it," answered Barthorpe. "You go and keep people out of the way for a few minutes, and I'll get her off." He turned to his cousin when the two officers had left the room and motioned her to rise. "Now, Peggie," he said, "you must go home. I shall come along there myself in an hour or two there are things to be done which you and I must do together. Mr.
Tertius, as one witness, says; we have heard what Mr. Frank Burchill, as the other witness, says. Mr. Tertius says that he saw the will executed in Mr. Burchill's presence; Mr. Burchill denies that in the fullest and most unqualified fashion. Why waste more time? We had better separate." But Barthorpe laughed, maliciously. "Scarcely!" he said. "You brought us here. It was your own proposal.
If any close observer had walked away with Barthorpe Herapath from the house in Portman Square and had watched his face and noted his manner, that observer would have said that his companion looked like a man who was either lost in a profound day-dream or had just received a shock that had temporarily deprived him of all but the mechanical faculties.
Barthorpe Herapath?" he continued, turning to the other side of the table. "Very well since I suggested that you should come here, you shall certainly have the opportunity. But just allow me to ask Mr. Tertius a question Tertius, you have heard what Mr. Frank Burchill has just said?" "I have!" replied Mr. Tertius. "And I am amazed!" "You stand by what you said yourself?
You've got private rooms of your own in this house, I believe at any rate, until things are settled and it will be best if you keep to them." Mr. Tertius, who had listened to this unmoved, turned to Peggie. "Do you wish me to go away?" he asked quietly. Barthorpe turned on him with an angry scowl. "It's not a question of what Miss Wynne wishes, but of what I order;" he burst out.
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