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"And to that of the new baronet Sir Eric," said Gatton significantly. I stared at him straightly. "Do you seriously believe," said I, "that Eric Coverly had anything whatever to do with the death of his cousin?" Gatton stirred uneasily in his chair. "Well," he answered, "ignoring everything else for the moment, who else benefits by Sir Marcus Coverly's death?"
In these circumstances, judge of my feelings when, shortly after the premature discovery termed in the press "the Oritoga mystery," Mr. Addison one day presented himself at the Bell House! His avowed intention of calling upon Lady Coverly left me no alternative. Never in all his days, not even when he miraculously escaped the L.K. Vapor at the Abbey Inn, did Mr.
Gray sat at the editor's elbow while that enthusiastic gentleman called Dallas and gave it to the papers there. He was escorted to the railroad station by an admiring crowd; he was cheered as he passed, smiling, into his Pullman car. Coverly was at the station when Gray's train arrived at Dallas the next morning.
The money he received from Coverly enabled him to maintain the posture he had assumed; he spent it with his usual prodigality, receiving little direct benefit, but making each dollar look like four. Extravagance with him was an art, money ran out of his pockets like water, but although he was already in a position to borrow, he did not do so.
The character of Eric Coverly, the new baronet, is a very odd one." "He is headstrong and in some respects weak," I admitted. "But otherwise he is an ordinary English gentleman, with the traditions of an old name and a public school to back him up. I tell you, Gatton, it's nonsense. His army career alone shows him to be a sound man."
Addison gives a specimen of this ribaldry, in Number 383 of The Spectator, when Sir Roger de Coverly and he are going to Spring-garden. Johnson was once eminently successful in this species of contest; a fellow having attacked him with some coarse raillery, Johnson answered him thus, "Sir, your wife, under pretence of keeping a bawdy-house, is a receiver of stolen goods."
I replaced the telephone upon the little table and went out into the garden, whither my man had returned. "Coates," I said, "get out the Rover." Coates immediately ceased his gardening operations and stood upright in an attitude of attention. "Very good, sir." "You will just have time to get ready at the garage and return here to admit Sir Eric Coverly at eight o'clock.
"You mean that Lady Coverly lives alone in the place with only er, Mrs. Hawkins to look after her?" It was Martin the landlord who answered my question. "Things ain't right," he observed, and returned to his mouth the pipe which he had removed for the purpose of addressing me. "You don't know half of it," declared Hawkins. "What's my job, for instance? I ask you what is it?"
Gray became a popular character; men clamored to shake his hand, and complimented him upon his nerve. The editor of the local newspaper dragged him, protesting, to the office and there interviewed him. Gray was covered with confusion. Reluctantly he made known his identity, and retold the whole story of his trip, this time beginning at his meeting with Coverly in Dallas.
There was nobody else about at the moment, and presently, thinking himself safe, Coverly dropped his bag in the water! Immediately he set off walking rapidly again, and he was followed right to Miss Merlin's door. But the spot where he had dropped the bag had been marked, of course, and when I came in here to-day it had been fished, up and placed there for my inspection."
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