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"Ring the bell for more cups and saucers!" But Viner, instead of ordering the teacups, whispered a word or two to Miss Penkridge, and then beckoned Lord Ellingham and the two solicitors to follow him out of the room. He silently led them to his study and closed the door.
"Well, gentlemen," he said, when they had all gathered about his desk. "Lord Ellingham has informed me of what passed between you and himself at his house yesterday. In plain language, the client whom you represent claims to be the Lord Marketstoke who disappeared so completely many years ago, and therefore the rightful Earl of Ellingham.
"He is fully conversant with his family history," said Woodlesford. "He can give a perfectly full and so far as we can judge accurate account of his early life and of his subsequent doings. He evidently knows all about Ellingham Hall, Marketstoke and the surroundings. I think if you were to examine him on these points, you would find that his memory is surprisingly fresh."
"But whoever Ashton was, he's dead. And the thing that concerns me is this: if he really was Earl of Ellingham, do you think that fact's got anything to do with his murder?" "That's just what we want to find out," answered Mr. Pawle eagerly. "It's quite conceivable that he may have been murdered by somebody who had a particular interest in keeping him out of his rights.
He has also told me what both lots of his callers had to say, and hang me if I ever heard of two such curious unfoldings coming one on top of the other. Sounds like a first-class mystery!" "You forget," remarked Mr. Pawle with a glance at Lord Ellingham, "that we don't know Mr. Viner and myself what it was that his lordship's first couple of callers told him. He left that until today." Mr.
The letters had been beside it, and he was coming toward her, with them in his hand. She was terrified. He had read only one, but that was enough. He muttered something and turned away. She saw his face as he went toward where the revolver had been hidden from the children, and she screamed. Charlie Ellingham heard her.
Tomorrow, after the funeral, I'm going to call on the present Lord Ellingham his town house is in Hertford Street, and I know he's in town and ask him if he has heard anything of a mysterious nature relating to his long-missing uncle. We may hear something you come with me." Next day, toward the middle of the afternoon, Mr.
I have no record of the story Elinor Wells told that night in our little reception-room, with Clara sitting in a corner, grave and white. It was fragmentary, inco-ordinate. But I got it all at last. Charlie Ellingham had killed Arthur Wells, but in a struggle. In parts the story was sordid enough. She did not spare herself, or her motives.
Pawle, nodding assent, returned to the question which he was putting when Lord Ellingham interrupted him. "Now let us settle the point I raised," he said. "Are we to tell Miss Wickham what my conclusions are, or are we to leave her in ignorance until we get proof that they are correct?" "Or incorrect!" answered Mr. Carless with an admonitory laugh. "I should say at present, tell her nothing.
That particular Countess of Ellingham would, of course, be the grandmother of the Lord Marketstoke who disappeared. Did he think of her maiden name, Wickham, when he wanted a new one for himself? Possibly! And when he married, and had a daughter, did he think of the Christian name so popular with his own womenfolk of previous generations, and call his daughter Avice?
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