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So they made the ascent, Daubeney leading in his capacity of guide, though he was quite breathless when they reached the top of the steps. Edith followed him, and to her alarm perceived that he was purple in the face. He tried to smile, and indicated by a gesture that he would recover in a minute. Meanwhile he was speechless. Fairholme was the next up.
"Tell him the Earl of Fairholme turned up in Bristol an' forced me to explain everything. I couldn't help it. The old gentleman fell from the blooming sky, he did. Will you remember that name?" "Oh, yes: the Earl of Fairholme." "Well, his lordship will understand. I mean you must tell Fitzroy what I said. Please tell him privately.
The one 'arfcrown will keep me comfortably tight until Sunday morning; and more I do not desire." "Just a little less of your tongue, my man," said Fairholme, taking the two coins from him and handing them to Miss Wilson, who bade the clergymen good afternoon, and went to the coach under the umbrella.
"Absolutely positive." "There can be no doubt about it," chimed in Fairholme, to whom, in response to a gesture, Brett had passed the damning document. "Then this letter simplifies matters considerably," said Brett. Miss Talbot looked at him unflinchingly as she uttered the next question: "Do you mean that it serves to clear my brother from any suspicion?" "Most certainly."
Iver rose and held out his hand. "I must go," he said. "Fairholme, Blentmouth! I hope I shall have a letter from you soon, to tell us to look out for you." One of the unexpected likings that occur between people had happened. Each man felt it and recognized it in the other. They were alone in the room for the moment.
Brett explained that he could not tackle the table d'hote dinner, so he made a hasty meal in their sitting-room and then excused himself whilst he retired to his bedroom to change his clothing. He was absent some twenty minutes, and Fairholme amused himself by glancing over the copies of the day's London newspapers which had recently arrived.
"I hope to goodness," he said to Fairholme, "that Captain Gaultier has not left Paris already; these Foreign Office messengers are liable to be despatched to the other end of the earth at a moment's notice." "Why do you wish to see him?" said Fairholme. "Simply to obtain definite confirmation of my theory.
Dale, abashed, sheepish, yet oddly confident that all was for the best in a queer world, met the Earl of Fairholme later in the day; his lordship, who had been pining for someone to pitch into, addressed him sternly. "This is a nice game you've been playing," he said.
The cab was crawling past the Fairholme mansion, and Cynthia's astonished eyes were regarding its style and general air of magnificence with some degree of heart-sinking for it did then seem to be true that Mrs. Devar's original estimate of Fitzroy was correct when a man sprang out of another taxi in front of the door, and glanced at her while in the very act of running up the steps.
"Did I see you at church last Sunday?" "No, sir. I only come o' Wensday." "Well, let me see you there next Sunday," said Fairholme shortly, turning away from him. Miss Wilson looked at the weather, at Josephs, who was conversing with Jane, and finally at Smilash, who knuckled his forehead without waiting to be addressed.
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