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Betty turned to the door of the dining-room. "Very well," she said. "I dare say you know, Mrs. Carswell, that I am my uncle's nearest relation. Now I want to go through his papers and things. I want to see his desk his last letters anything and everything there is." She laid a hand on the door and Mrs. Carswell suddenly found her tongue.
Carswell says he did leave the house, so we must take her word to begin with, and see if we can find out where he went. And as your lordship is here, there's just a question or two I should like to have answered. How many people know that your lordship handed over these valuables to Mr. Horbury?" "So far as I know, no one but the Countess and myself," replied the Earl.
Pellworthy and Betty and made an excuse to go out of the room after the housemaid, who had just brought in the tea for which Polke had asked. He caught her at the foot of the staircase, and treated her to one of his most ingratiating smiles. "I say!" he said, "Mr. Polke's just been telling me about what you and the cook told him about Mrs. Carswell you know.
Carswell?" he asked. "Was it towards the station?" "He went out down the garden and through the orchard," replied the housekeeper. "He could have got to the station that way, of course. But I do know that he never said a word about going anywhere by train, and he'd no bag or anything with him he'd nothing but that old oak stick he generally carried when he went out for his walks."
Carswell kept herself to herself and seemed content to keep up her reputation as a model housekeeper. She ordered Mr. Horbury's domestic affairs in perfect fashion, and it had come upon Neale as a surprise to hear Shirley say that Mrs. Carswell did not know where the manager was. "What's all this?" he demanded, as he met her within the hall. "Shirley says Mr. Horbury isn't at home?
"Now if we're going to do the thing properly," he said, "just attend, and take notice of what I point out. The town, as you see, stands on this ridge above us. Here we are at the foot of the gardens and orchards which slope down from the backs of the houses on this side of the Market-Place. There is the gate of the bank-house orchard. According to Mrs. Carswell, Mr.
He rang the house bell at last and asked for Mrs. Carswell. The housekeeper came hurrying to him, a look of expectancy on her face. "Has anything been heard, Mr. Neale?" she asked. "Or found out? Have the police been told yet?" "The police know," answered Neale. "And nothing has been heard. Where is Miss Fosdyke, Mrs. Carswell? I should like to speak to her." "Gone to the Scarnham Arms, Mr.
"But, anyway, my uncle's effects are his and I mean to see them," insisted Betty. "If you won't call Mr. Joseph or Mr. Gabriel out, I shall walk into the bank at the front door, and demand to see them. You'd better let one of them know I'm here, Mrs. Carswell I'm not going to stand any nonsense." Mrs. Carswell hesitated a little, but in the end she knocked timidly at the private door.
Carswell. By that time Joseph had lounged over to his own desk and seated himself, and when the housekeeper came in he tilted his chair back and sat idly swaying in it while he watched her and his uncle. But Gabriel, waving Mrs. Carswell to a seat, remained upright as ever, and as he turned to the housekeeper, he motioned Neale to stay in the room. "Just tell us all you know about Mr.
And Betty immediately interpreted the meaning of that glance. "No, Mrs. Carswell," she said, before the housekeeper could speak, "I haven't come to call on either Mr. Gabriel or Mr. Joseph Chestermarke I came to see you. Mayn't I come in?" Mrs. Carswell stepped back into the hall, and Betty followed. For a moment the two looked at each other.
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