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Pratt, however, was essentially parochial in his newspaper tastes he never read anything but the Barford papers. And when he picked up the Barford morning journal and saw Eldrick's advertisement for Parrawhite in a prominent place, he literally started from sheer surprise not unmingled with alarm.
Within a week of his sudden death in Eldrick's private office, old Antony Bartle was safely laid in the tomb under the yew-tree of which Mrs. Clough had spoken with such appreciation, and his grandson had entered into virtual possession of all that he had left. Collingwood found little difficulty in settling his grandfather's affairs.
He was in Barford soon after two o'clock in Eldrick's office by half-past two. Eldrick shook his head at sight of him. "I can guess what's brought you down, Collingwood," he said. "Good of you, of course I don't think they've many friends out there." "I can scarcely call myself that yet," answered Collingwood. "But I thought I might be of some use. I'll drive out there presently.
Mallathorpe at that particular time? He suddenly turned to Nesta. "What do you wish me to do?" he asked. "Will you speak to Mr. Eldrick?" she said. "Tell him that his clerk must not call upon, or attempt to see, my mother. I will not have it!" Collingwood went off to Barford, and straight to Eldrick's office.
The thought of her riches made Collingwood melancholy for a while he possessed a curious sort of pride which made him hate and loathe the notion of being taken for a fortune-hunter. But suddenly, and with a laugh, he remembered that he had certain possessions of his own ability, knowledge, and perseverance. Before he reached Eldrick's office, he had had a vision of the Woolsack.
And after all, as Pratt had decided, when he found that his hints were not listened to, it was Eldrick's own affair if he liked to leave the money lying about. There was money lying about in that drawer when Pratt drew it open; it was never locked, day or night, or, if it was, the key was left in it. As soon as he opened it, he saw gold two or three sovereigns and silver a little pile of it.
Eldrick, one of the tribe which Murgatroyd dreaded, having had various dealings with solicitors, in the way of writs and summonses, and began to ask questions. Murgatroyd emerged from that ordeal very satisfactorily. Eldrick's questions were few, elementary, and easily answered. There were no signs of suspicion about him, and Murgatroyd breathed more freely when he was gone.
"Let me see from the Green Man, at Whitcliffe, I believe?" "Landlord, sir had that house a many years," answered Pickard, as he took a seat near the wall. "Seven year come next Michaelmas, any road." "Just so and you want to see me about the advertisement in this morning's paper?" continued Eldrick. "What about it now?" The landlord looked at Eldrick and then at Eldrick's companion.
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