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"What, then?" Mr. Carless smiled grimly. "That the long-lost Lord Marketstoke was alive and in England!" he said. "Here, in fact, in London!" Mr. Pawle smiled too. But his smile was not grim it was, rather, the smile of a man who hears what he has been expecting to hear. "I thought it would be something of that sort!" he exclaimed. "Aye, I fancied that would be the game!"
Carless, who, with Lord Ellingham, were hurrying from Miss Wickham's house in the direction of Viner's. Mr. Carless quickened his pace and came toward them.
"You think it a game?" suggested Mr. Carless. "And a highly dangerous one as somebody will find out," responded Mr. Pawle. "But what did these fellows really say!" "His lordship will correct me if I miss anything pertinent," answered Mr. Carless with a glance at his client.
Portlethwaite, after Methley and his client had left Carless and Driver's office, had given certain instructions to one of his fellow-clerks, a man named Millwaters, in whose prowess as a spy he had unlimited belief. Millwaters was a fellow of experience. He possessed all the qualities of a sleuth-hound and was not easily baffled in difficult adventures.
He was aware that legal proceedings were taken as regards the presumption of his death and the administration of the estates; he was also aware of the death of his younger brother and that title and estates were now in possession of his nephew His Lordship there. In fact, he was very well up in the whole story, according to Methley and Woodlesford," said Mr. Carless, with a smile.
Perkwite says that Ashton showed him at Marseilles a certain marriage certificate and a birth certificate." Mr. Carless started. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "I had forgotten that. Um! However, don't let us forget, just now, that our main object in meeting was to do something towards tracking these people who gave Mr. Cave these papers. Now, Mr. Cave, you got no information out of the woman?"
The elderly clerk smiled more assuredly than before. Then he looked significantly at a corner of the room, and Mr. Carless took the hint, and rising from his chair, went aside with him. Portlethwaite whispered something in his employer's ear, and Carless suddenly laughed and nodded. "To be sure to be sure I remember now!" he said aloud. "Thank you, Portlethwaite: that's all.
Leaving the Prince to amuse himself and delight his followers with his skill in rifle-shooting at a mark chalked out on the rocks, I continued my explorations. The result is, perhaps, better explained to the reader in the words of an older and more experienced observer. Carless says "The scene was singular.
Telephone an appointment and we'll settle the matter as soon as he sets foot inside that door." "May we tell him that?" asked Methley. "You can do as you like," answered Mr. Carless. "Between ourselves, I shouldn't! But I assure you we can tell in one glance! That's a fact!"
The carless Srutarvan then, O king, took up a sword and shield. As the prince, however, careered with his sword and bright shield decked with a hundred moons, the son of Pandu struck off his head from his trunk with a razor-headed arrow and felled it on the Earth.
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