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"He may have dined with his lady visitor," Fetherston remarked, his eyes fixed upon her. She hesitated for a moment, as though unwilling to admit that Bellairs should have entertained the unknown lady in secret. "He may have done so, of course," she said with some reluctance. "Was there any other fact beside the feather which would lead one to suppose that a lady had visited him?"
"Further," remarked Walter Fetherston, turning to Enid, "it was this man here" and he indicated the grey-faced doctor of Pimlico "this man who denounced you and Sir Hugh to the French authorities, and had you not heeded my warning you both would then have been arrested.
Instances in which the presence of an unruptured hymen has complicated or retarded actual labor are quite common, and until the membrane is ruptured by external means the labor is often effectually obstructed. Among others reporting cases of this nature are Beale, Carey, Davis, Emond Fetherston, Leisenring, Mackinlay, Martinelli, Palmer, Rousseau, Ware, and Yale.
But Fetherston laughed, which only irritated him the more.
"He had no actual proof of that?" exclaimed Fetherston, interrupting. "I think not. He surmised it from the fact that his master disliked scent, even in his toilet soap. Again, upon the table in the hall Barker's quick eye noticed a small white feather; this he showed me, and it was evidently from a feather boa. In the fire-grate a letter had been burnt.
Suddenly, in order to change the topic of conversation, which he knew was painful to Walter Fetherston, he mentioned the excellence of the opera at Covent Garden on the previous night. And afterwards he referred to an article in that day's paper which dealt with the idea of obtaining exclusive political intelligence through spirit-bureaux.
Walter Fetherston was ever regretting his inability to put any of the confidential information he acquired into his books. "If I could only write half the truth of what I know, people would declare it to be fiction," he had often assured intimate friends. And those friends had pondered and wondered to what he referred.
For a full half-hour, while the red-faced sergeant kept watch at the gate, Walter Fetherston continued to investigate that rubbish-heap, which showed signs of having been burning quite recently, for most of the scraps of paper were charred at their edges.
There's a good deal more mystery here than we imagine, depend upon it!" Walter exclaimed. "Master and man will return by the same train, I expect, unless they come back in a motor-car. If they come by train they won't be here till well past eight, so we'll have at least three hours by ourselves." Walter Fetherston glanced around. Twilight was fast falling.
"So am I," cried Walter Fetherston, suddenly throwing open the front door and standing before the knot of alarmed villagers, though it was so dark that they could not recognise who he was. "Deacon," he added authoritatively, "arrest that foreigner." "Diavolo! Who are you?" demanded the Italian angrily. "You will know in due course," replied Fetherston.
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