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On the other hand, if Jentham had possessed papers which inculpated the bishop in any crime, it was probable that, after shooting him, the assassin had searched for, and had obtained, the papers to which he attached so much value. It was the bishop who had turned the pockets inside out, and, as Cargrim decided, for the above reason.
In fact, he spoke so sharply that Cargrim felt distinctly aggrieved; and but for the trained control he kept of his temper, might have said something to show Dr Pendle the suspicions he entertained. However, the time was not yet ripe for him to place all his cards on the table, for he had not yet conceived a plausible case against the bishop.
Cargrim looked after her with a doubtful look as she vanished into the darkness, then, turning on his heel, walked swiftly down the street towards Eastgate. He had as much aversion to getting wet as a cat, and put his best foot foremost so as to reach the palace before the rain came on. Besides, it was ten o'clock a late hour for a respectable parson to be abroad.
From various hints, Cargrim was aware that the bishop destined this snug post for his younger son. But Gabriel Pendle was engaged to marry Bell Mosk, and when the bishop was informed of that fact, Cargrim had little doubt but that he would refuse to consecrate his son to the living.
Cargrim bent on discovering the truth protested, in his usual cat-like way, against this sudden dismissal. 'I should be happy to sit up all night with his lordship, he declared. 'Sit up with your grandmother! cried Graham, gruffly. 'Go to bed, sir, and don't make mountains out of mole-hills. 'Good-night, my lord, said Cargrim, softly.
'Barren indeed! it has five figs on it. Really, sitting under its shade one would fancy one was in Palestine. Do come, Mr Cargrim, and Miss Whichello fluttered through the door like an escaping bird. 'With pleasure; the more so, as I know we shall not be missed. 'Damn! muttered Captain Pendle, when the door closed on Cargrim's smile and insinuating looks.
'Thank you, Mr Cargrim, said the bishop, recovering from his first surprise. 'I thank you for the information, but I am afraid you have been misled. My son would never choose a wife out of a bar.
'Don't you take on so, Mr Cargrim, sir! said Tinkler, grimly. 'There was precious little religion about Jentham, and he was buried in a much better fashion than he deserved, and not by the parish either. Cargrim looked up suddenly. 'Who paid for his funeral then? 'A charitable la person, sir, whose name I am not at liberty to tell anyone, at her own request.
Perhaps the bishop argued in this way also; or it may be he found a certain amount of relief in sharing his troubles with Gabriel and Graham; but he certainly appeared more cheerful and less worried than formerly, and even tolerated the society of Cargrim with equanimity, although he detested playing a part so foreign to his frank and honourable nature.
'Did she tell you she visited the dead-house? asked Tinkler, his eyes growing larger at the extent of the chaplain's information. 'Of course she did, replied Cargrim, and this was truer than most of his remarks. Tinkler brought down a heavy fist with a bang on his desk. 'Then I'm blest, Mr Cargrim, sir, if I can understand what she meant by asking me to hold my tongue.
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