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"This will let loose a horde of reporters on us," said Mr. Carrington very gloomily. "It will," said Mr. Flexen. "The pet sleuths of the Wire and the Planet will leave London in about an hour." "Well, they'll have to be dealt with," said Mr. Carrington. "Oh, they're all right. I probably know them. I'll get them to work with me. They must be treated very nicely," said Mr. Flexen cheerfully.
"I never did like the beggar. I couldn't stand his infernal manner. But it never occurred to me that he was a bad hat. I merely thought him a pretentious young ass who didn't know his place," said Mr. Carrington. "I'm not so sure about the ass," said Mr. Flexen. "No perhaps not. He certainly brought it off for a time, and shielded her as long as it lasted," said Mr. Carrington slowly.
Flexen with affectionate warmth, and Douglas, the tall sleuth of the Planet, at once deplored, with considerable bitterness, the fact that he had been robbed of his afternoon's bridge. Gregg, the sleuth of the Wire, preserved a gently-blinking, sympathetic silence. Mr. Flexen at once sent for whisky, soda and cigars, and over them took his two friends into his confidence.
He studied it for a good two minutes, turned to them with a quiet smile of triumph on his face and said: "I've never seen Lord Loudwater's signature. But this is a forgery." "A forgery?" said the manager sharply, stepping quickly towards Mr. Flexen with outstretched hand. "I'm not surprised to hear it," said Mr. Carrington.
"I should have thought that a man of Lord Loudwater's violent temper would rather have sought an open row," Mr. Flexen persisted. "Of course if he'd been really violent. But he wasn't, I tell you. He was only a blustering bully where women and servants were concerned people he could cow. I tell you, I made it quite clear that he crumpled up directly you stood up to him. Why, hang it all!
I should have known 'er if she had been. Besides, she was all muffled up like. You couldn't see 'er face." "Did she hesitate before going through the library window?" said Mr. Flexen. "Not as I noticed. She seemed to go straight in." "As if she were used to going into the Castle that way?" said Mr. Flexen. William Roper scratched his head.
Manley was sitting at a table, at work on his play. He greeted Mr. Flexen with a rather absent-minded air. Mr. Flexen surveyed him with very intent, measuring eyes. At once he perceived that he had rather missed Mr. Manley's jaw in giving attention to his admirable forehead. It was, indeed, the jaw of a brute.
Besides, he would be at a disadvantage, under a greater strain at the Castle, and Mr. Flexen wanted him where he would be at his best, for he wished to be able to form an exact judgment of the likelihood of his being the murderer.
A suicide in a family is always better than a murder." "H'm! You could hardly expect me to rest content with such a verdict," said Mr. Flexen. "Not, I mean, on the evidence." "Oh, no; I shouldn't," said Mr. Carrington. "All I want to avoid is a lot of quite unnecessary painful scandal, which won't lead to anything of use to you, about innocent people connected with my late client.
Manley paused, then laughed and said: "It's no use at all. When I told you that I would throw no light on the matter, if I could help it, I really meant it. At the same time, I don't mind saying that, with his reputation for brutality, I should think it very unlikely." "You can never tell about women. So many of them seem to prefer brutes. And, after all, a peer is a peer," said Mr. Flexen.
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