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Mayn't it be that Horbury saw us, or heard of our return, and that when he went out that evening he had the casket in his pocket and was on his way to Ellersdeane, to return it to me? And that on his way he met with some mishap? Worth considering, you know." "I daresay a great many theories might and will be raised, my lord," replied Gabriel. "But "
"And we," said Starmidge, turning to Polke, "had better join the others and see if the old antiquary gentleman has found any of these secret places he talked of." Lord Ellersdeane found no difficulty in obtaining access to the partners: he was shown into their room with all due ceremony as soon as Shirley announced him.
Now they looked towards Middlegate a street which led into the open country, in the direction of Ellersdeane, where Mr. Gabriel Chestermarke, senior proprietor of the bank, resided. All that was unusual. If Patten, a mere boy, had been lounging there, Neale would not have noticed it.
That old ruin, up on the crag there, is called Ellersdeane Tower one of Lord Ellersdeane's ancestors built it for an observatory this path'll lead us right beneath it." "Is this the path he would have taken if he'd gone to Ellersdeane on Saturday night?" asked Betty. "Precisely straight ahead, past the Tower," answered Neale.
"Certainly not!" answered Gabriel. "It is not our policy." Miss Fosdyke made one step to the door and flung it open. "Then I shall!" she exclaimed. "Policy, indeed! High time I came down here, I think! Thank you, Lord Ellersdeane and the other gentleman for the suggestion. Now I'll go and act on it. And when I act, Mr. Chestermarke, I do it thoroughly!"
And if there's any advertising of him to be done by poster, I mean it ought to have a recent portrait of him." "To be sure," agreed Polke. "So far as I understand matters," continued Starmidge, "this gentleman left his house on Saturday evening, hasn't been seen since, and there's an idea that he probably walked across country to a place called Ellersdeane.
As they turned out of the Market-Place into the street leading to the police-station, Lord Ellersdeane and his companions became aware of a curious figure which was slowly preceding them that of a very old man whose massive head and long white hair, falling in thick shocks about his neck, was innocent of covering, whose tall, erect form was closely wrapped about in a great, many-caped horseman's cloak which looked as if it had descended to him from some early Georgian ancestor.
The Earl suddenly paused and turned from the window with a glance at Betty. "There's young Mr. Neale coming across from the bank," he observed. "I think he's coming here. By the by, isn't he a relation of Horbury's?" "No," said Betty. "But my uncle was his guardian. Is he coming here, Lord Ellersdeane?" "Straight here," replied the Earl. "Perhaps he's got some news."
Horbury's pipe, and as this gentleman saw him smoking it at two o'clock on Saturday, and as Creasy picked it up underneath Ellersdeane Tower on Sunday evening," said Starmidge, "there seems no doubt that Mr. Horbury went that way, and dropped it where it was found. But I can't think he was carrying Lord Ellersdeane's jewels home!" "Why?" asked Neale. "Is it likely?" suggested Starmidge.
He was seen to set off in this direction, and there's a probability that he crossed over here on his way to Ellersdeane. But he's never been seen since he left Scarnham." "Well," observed Creasy, "as I said just now, he wouldn't happen anything by accident in an ordinary way. Was there any reason why anybody should set on him?" "There may have been," replied Neal.
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