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"The lawyers are coming down to-morrow; the evidence is quite complete." There was silence for a minute or two; then Celia, with her heart beating fast and heavily, said, in a still lower voice, "There is something else I must tell you, Lady Heyton. Mr. Clendon, the real Marquess, has has a son." She stopped to let this sink in, and Miriam's brows knit slightly; then she said, almost inaudibly,
That he was agitated was obvious; for the lids flickered over his almost colourless eyes, and the hand he held against his side was clenched tightly. At sight of the old man he uttered a cry, the kind of cry with which one might greet a ghost. "Wilfred! You! You! Alive! I we thought you were dead." "I am sorry," said Mr. Clendon. "Yes; I knew that you thought me dead.
That, in justice to myself, my own sense of right and honour, I ought to detain you, proclaim that " "It would be of no use," said Mr. Clendon. "You could not detain me, the disclosure could not serve me. Remember that I am that I have no child; and that it is only a question of time, a short time, before all you hold will be really, legally yours. Have patience.
Oh, the most delightful of all work the very thing I would have chosen! It is to arrange, and catalogue, and generally take care of a large library. And the salary this is the most wonderful part of the whole fairy tale is to be £150 a year. Think of it! One hundred and-fifty pounds a year!" "It is a very good salary," said Mr. Clendon. "I congratulate you."
"Will you tell his lordship, please, that a gentleman wishes to see him?" said Mr. Clendon. The porter looked beyond the bowed figure, as if he expected to see someone else, the "gentleman" referred to; then, as he failed to see anyone, he said, severely: "'Ave you an appointment? 'Is lordship don't see promiskus visitors." Mr.
Jacobs, "I ought to introduce this gentleman by his right name, or, rather, title. You will be very much surprised to hear, Mr. Green, that Mr. Clendon is the Marquess of Sutcombe. It's a long story, but, with your permission, I will put it into a sentence. His lordship is the elder brother, who was thought to be dead, but has turned up if his lordship will allow me the phrase."
Jacobs' statement, but to the announcement which Mr. Clendon had made of his identity and his relationship to Derrick; and the worthy chairman, Sir Courtenay Comber, using almost the identical words Mr. Jacobs had attributed to him, had congratulated Derrick and informed him that he left the Court "without a stain on his character."
Clendon seated himself, leant both hands on his stick and looked around him, not curiously, but with a thoughtful, and yet impassive, expression. Presently the man came down, with evident surprise on his well-fed countenance. "Please follow me," he said; and Mr. Clendon followed him up the stairs, and was ushered into a small room on the first floor.
"I am a friend of Miss Grant's and this gentleman," said Mr. Clendon. "You need not explain, I have heard of the robbery. I am on my way to the Hall. The Marquess is a friend of mine, an old friend. One moment," he added to the Inspector, "I want to tell this gentleman you have arrested under a mistake, I am convinced that I am assured of his innocence, and that I charge myself with his defence."
No, no, I don't mean to be angry, brutal; but, surely, you can understand what I am feeling. How much do you want?" "Nothing," said Mr. Clendon, with another flickering smile. "My dear Talbot, you don't understand. But I don't blame you; how should you?
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