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Again Brian, with furtive glance, sought to test his opponent; but his opponent was too strong for him. With Dunbar's eyes upon his face, he chose not to lie. "It was a woman." "How was she dressed?" "In a fur motor-coat civet fur." The man of culture spoke in those two words, "civet fur"; and Dunbar nodded quickly, his eyes ablaze at the importance of the evidence. "Was she alone?" "She was."
He had been sent to India because of a great error which he had committed in his early youth. He had been guilty of forgery. He, or rather an accomplice employed by him, had forged the acceptance of a young nobleman, a brother officer of Henry Dunbar's, and had circulated forged bills of accommodation to the amount of three thousand pounds.
As to the robbery of the clothes the rifling of the pocketbook that, of course, was only a part of Henry Dunbar's deep laid scheme. The girl folded the paper and put it in her breast. It was a strange document to lie against that virginal bosom: and the breast beneath it ached with a sick, cold pain, that was like the pain of death.
But how he came by such a name she could not tell. She had no knowledge whatever of Sir Lionel; and whether Leon was any relation to him or not she was totally ignorant. This gave a new and most painful turn to all her thoughts, and she began to feel anxious to know what had occurred since that evening. Accordingly, on Mrs. Dunbar's return to her room, she began to question her.
"'Yes; when Margaret returned from Maudesley Abbey she declared her conviction of Henry Dunbar's innocence. "'And she refused to fulfil her engagement with you? "'She did. "The detective left off fingering fugues upon his knees, and began to scratch his head, slowly pushing his hand up and down amongst his iron-grey hair, and staring at me.
"Yes," Margaret Wilmot said, after a pause. "I was very fortunate. I gained admission to Mr. Dunbar's rooms." "And you spoke to him?" "Yes." "Did your interview with him confirm or dissipate your suspicions? Do you still believe that Henry Dunbar murdered your unhappy father?" "No," answered Margaret, resolutely; "I do not." "You do not? The banker's manner convinced you of his innocence, then?"
"A CHINAMAN?" Dunbar's voice rose excitedly. "I think so." "What occurred next?" "I turned my cab and drove off out of the Square." "Did you see where the man went?" "I didn't. I saw nothing of him beyond his hand." "And his hand?" "He wore a glove." "And now," said Dunbar, speaking very slowly, "where did you pick up your fare?" "In Gillingham Street, near Victoria Station." "From a house?"
Dunbar's apartments, and there was a footman airing himself under the shadow of the porch, with a glimmer of light shining out of the hall behind him. "I do not suppose I shall have to wait very long for my poor girl," Clement thought, as he left the gates, and walked briskly up and down the road. "Henry Dunbar is a resolute man; he will refuse to see her to-day, as he refused before."
He dictated a letter to Dinwiddie calling for more troops, which Washington was to take with him, and forward by messenger from Dunbar's camp. Though so shaken in body he could scarce sit upright in the saddle, Washington set off cheerfully on that frightful journey. Orme and I watched him until he disappeared in the gloom.
Detective-Sergeant Sowerby reported himself in Inspector Dunbar's room at New Scotland Yard. "I have completed my inquiries in Wharf-end Lane," he said; and pulling out his bulging pocketbook, he consulted it gravely. Inspector Dunbar looked up. "Anything important?" he asked. "We cannot trace the makers of the sanitary fittings, and so forth, but they are all of American pattern.
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