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He spoke with feeling; and I was glad to see that Miss Trelawny coloured up with pleasure at the praise of her father. I could not help noticing, however, that Mr. Corbeck was, in a measure, speaking as if against time. I took it that he wished, while speaking, to study his ground; to see how far he would be justified in taking into confidence the two strangers before him.
I thought as I looked. Miss Trelawny came very quickly. When Mr. Corbeck saw her, he seemed somewhat surprised. But his annoyance and excitement had not disappeared; quite enough remained to cover up any such secondary and purely exoteric feeling as surprise.
Margaret answered him like a flash: "Ah! she was then near her tomb from which for thousands of years her body had not been moved. She must know that things are different now." "How must she know?" asked Corbeck keenly. "If she has that astral body that Father spoke of, surely she must know!
"I keep my mind open as to that. Possibly Mr. Corbeck himself; the matter might be too risky to trust to a third party." "Then the natural extension of your inference is that Mr. Corbeck is a liar and a fraud; and that he is in conspiracy with Miss Trelawny to deceive someone or other about those lamps." "Those are harsh words, Mr. Ross.
"What is it? what is it?" broke in Miss Trelawny in a sort of passion of anxiety, her face drawn with pain. "Oh, speak! Say something! This anxiety, and horror, and mystery are killing me!" Mr. Corbeck calmed himself by a great effort. "I may not tell you details; but I have had a great loss. My mission, in which I have spent three years, was successful.
We called up the servants, one by one, and asked them if they knew anything of some articles placed in a drawer in the boudoir; but none of them could throw any light on the circumstance. We did not tell them what the articles were; or let them see them. Mr. Corbeck packed the lamps in cotton wool, and placed them in a tin box.
Corbeck drew back and looked hard at Miss Trelawny and myself; turning his eyes from one to the other as he asked: "Do you mean to tell me that no one brought them here; that you found them in that drawer? That, so to speak, no one at all brought them back?" "I suppose someone must have brought them here; they couldn't have come of their own accord.
Trelawny recovers he may not like to think that we have been chattering unduly over his affairs." "Look here!" I said, "why not stay for a while: and I shall ask him to come and have a pipe with us. We can then talk over things." He acquiesced: so I went to the room where Mr. Corbeck was, and brought him back with me. I thought the detectives were pleased at his going.
But all three are quite different; and an eye which has once known, can thenceforth easily distinguish them. The dusky pallor of one; the fierce red-brown of the other; and of the third, the dark, ingrained burning, as though it had become a permanent colour. Mr. Corbeck had a big head, massive and full; with shaggy, dark red-brown hair, but bald on the temples.
With this understanding I left him in the study, and brought Miss Trelawny and Mr. Corbeck to him. Nurse Kennedy resumed her place at the bedside before we left the room. I could not but admire the cautious, cool-headed precision with which the traveller stated his case. He did not seem to conceal anything, and yet he gave the least possible description of the objects missing.
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