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"Why did you tell him?" asked Betty. Neale threw a glance of something very like scorn after the retreating figure. "Wanted to see how he'd take it!" he answered. "Bah! Gabriel Chestermarke's no better than a wax figure! You might as well tell a marble image any news of this sort as tell him!
He left the upper chamber of the old dove-cot, made his way down the stairs to the yard beneath, turned the corner of the buildings, and by the aid of some loose timber which lay piled against it, climbed to the top of Joseph Chestermarke's wall. A moment of hesitation, and then he quietly dropped to the other side, noiselessly, on the soft mould of the border.
That there are some I'm as certain as that we're crossing this moor. You see that queer-shaped structure sort of conical chimney sticking up amongst the trees in Joseph Chestermarke's garden? That's a workshop, or a laboratory, or something, in which Joseph spends his leisure moments. I'd like to know what he does there. But nobody knows! Nobody is ever allowed in that house, nor in the garden.
"I can't tell you what I felt until daylight came I knew, however, that I was at Joseph Chestermarke's perhaps at Gabriel's mercy. I had discovered their secret Hollis was out of the way but what were they going to do with me?
"If you'd been Chestermarke's Bank, my lord," remarked Joseph, in his softest manner, "that's precisely what you would not have done. We don't want it noised all over the town and neighbourhood that our trusted manager has suddenly run away with our money and your jewels in his pocket."
First of all I hear the gentleman ask for 'Town 23. Now, of course, you know whose number that there is, Mr. Polke." "Chestermarke's Bank," said Neale, turning to Betty. "Chestermarke's Bank it is, sir," assented Mrs. Pratt. "Which you know very well, as also do I, having oft called it up.
He laid down some books and an old jacket on the table. "That's my old working coat," he went on, with a laugh. "I've worn it for the last time at Chestermarke's. They've dismissed me." Lord Ellersdeane turned sharply from the window, and Betty indulged in a cry of indignation. "Dismissed you?" she exclaimed. "Dismissed!"
From the description already furnished to him by Polke, Starmidge at once recognized Joseph Chestermarke's abode. It was a corner house, abutting on the road which ran out at the lower angle of this irregular space and led down to the river and Scarnham Bridge.
Not until I know who's here. Because I think I'm afraid Mr. Neale may be here. I must I will stop! I'm not afraid. Whose body have you found?" "Gabriel Chestermarke's," replied Starmidge quietly. "Dead! And whoever's here, Miss Fosdyke, I don't see how he can possibly be alive. Do go back and let us search." But Betty turned away and began to search, climbing from one mass of wreckage to another.
Horbury and offered him a vacancy which had just then arisen at Chestermarke's.
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