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And if a man took a short cut as many people do through the Hollow, there are places he could fall into. But, as I say, I merely suggest that as a reasonable theory." "What does your lordship propose to do?" asked Gabriel. "I certainly think inquiry should be set going," answered the Earl. "Already done," remarked Joseph drily. "Miss Fosdyke has been with the police five minutes."
Batterley suggests, we'll have to examine that bank-house. It's all nonsense allowing the Chestermarkes to have their own way about everything! It's time we examined Horbury's effects." Starmidge turned to Betty. "Did you succeed in getting in there, Miss Fosdyke?" he asked. "No!" replied Betty. "Mr. Joseph Chestermarke absolutely refused me admittance, and his uncle told me to go to a solicitor."
Betty Fosdyke unconsciously clutched at Lord Ellersdeane's arm: Lord Ellersdeane spoke, wonderingly. "Thunder?" he exclaimed. "Strange!" Easleby turned sharply from Starmidge, who, holding by one of the pillars, was staring towards the quarter of the Market-Place, from whence the scream of dire fear had come. "That's no thunder, my lord!" he said. "That's an explosion! and a terrible one, too!
My ridiculous notion of my own consequence was wounded in some way. I assumed a position of the loftiest indifference. "Really, ma'am," I said, "I can't undertake to answer for any impression that Mr. Sax may have formed. We met by the merest accident. I know nothing about him." Mrs. Fosdyke eyed me slyly, and appeared to be more amused than ever.
On the previous evening, Wallington Neale, who had spent most of the day with Betty Fosdyke, endeavouring to gain some further light on the disappearance of her uncle, had left her at eight o'clock in order to keep a business appointment.
Carswell, who had left the gentlemen to themselves after opening the plate-chest, followed the new-comer into the room and looked appealingly at the senior partner. "This is Miss Fosdyke, sir," she said, as if accounting for the unceremonious entrance. "Mr. Horbury's " But Miss Fosdyke, having looked round her, entered the arena of discussion as abruptly as she had entered the room. "You're Mr.
Pellworthy and Betty Fosdyke were talking earnestly in one of the window recesses; Starmidge, at the furthest end of the room, was examining the old oak panelling. "I've sent for Mr. Batterley to give us a hand," said Polke. "I suppose we'd best examine this room in the way he suggested?" Starmidge betrayed no enthusiasm. "If he can do any good," he answered.
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