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He waited until Fenley's hurried footsteps across a creaking parquet floor had died away. "This is the bank's call," he murmured. "The other was from the Lord knows who. I've put the Yard on the track. I wonder why he lied about it." "He's a queer sort of brother, too," said Furneaux. "It strikes me he wants to put Robert in the cart." Fenley was frowning when he reappeared.
Lisle; but that lady's shadowy form need not flit across the screen, since Robert Fenley's intrigues cease to be of interest. He had dispatched her to France, urging that he must be given a free hand until the upset caused by his father's death was put straight. Suffice it to say that when he secured some few hundreds a year out of the residue of the estate, he married Mrs.
He caught the loud clang of an automatic fire alarm ringing in his room, and at once called the house fire brigade to run out the hose while he dashed upstairs into the north corridor, from which a volume of smoke was pouring. "Good Heavens!" he cried, on reaching the cross gallery. "It's in Mr. Fenley's rooms!" Mr. Fenley's rooms! No need to tell the horrified staff which rooms he meant.
"However, I can understand and honor your reluctance to reveal Mrs. Fenley's failings. Now, please tell us exactly what Mr. Fenley and Mr. Robert said to each other in the hall last Saturday morning." How poor Farrow, immured in his jungle, would have gloated over Tomlinson's collapse when he heard those fatal words!
Incidentally, he sent off the Inspector post haste on his bicycle to station a constable at each gate, and stop the coming invasion. The house telephone, too, closed the main gate effectually, so when the earliest scouts had rushed away to connect with Fleet Street order was restored. Winter was puzzled by Fenley's display of passion.
And Fenley's hand brushed away some imaginary film from before his eyes. "Bob and I never hit it off very well. We're only half brothers, you see." "Was your father married twice?" "Am I to reopen a forgotten history?" "Some person, or persons, may not have forgotten it." "Well, you must have the full story, if at all. My father was not a well-born man.
Aware of the paramount necessity of suppressing his personal woes, Furneaux at once gave a graphic and succinct account of Fenley's imminent capture and escape. He was scrupulously fair, and exonerated his assistants from any share of the blame if indeed any one could be held accountable for the singular accident which precipitated matters by a few vital seconds.
Then the poor mortal husk made some amends for the misdeeds of a warped soul. In the pockets were found a large amount of negotiable scrip, and no small sum in notes and gold, with the result that Messrs. Gibb, Morris & Gibb were enabled to recover the whole of Sylvia Manning's fortune, while the sale of the estate provided sufficiently for Robert Fenley's future.
"I told you why, you will remember," piped Furneaux. But Robert Fenley said no word. He was stunned. He began to feel ill again, and made for his room. Sylvia had not been seen since she heard of Mrs. Fenley's death.
Like the Danites' messengers, I'm only spying out the lie of the land. Ah, each brother occupied a corner of the east wing. Robert, north, Hilton, south a most equitable arrangement. Now these rooms show signs of tenancy, eh?" They were standing in Hilton Fenley's sitting-room, having traversed the whole of the gallery around the hall to reach it.
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