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Oh, well you needn't mention it, either of you, except to Miss Fosdyke, of course but as soon as the inquest is adjourned as it'll have to be I shall slip back to town and see those bankers. I don't know, but I don't think it's likely that Mr. Hollis would have ten thousand pounds always lying at his bank. I should say this ten thousand has been lodged there for a special purpose.
You can tell Miss Fosdyke if you like she'll understand: women have more intuition than men. Now I'm off I want to get a wire away to London. Look here drop in at the police-station when you get back. We shall examine Hollis's clothing, you know there may be some clue to Horbury." He hurried off towards the town, and Neale rejoined Betty.
Let me find out who that man was, and what he came for, and if he and Mr. Horbury met, and where they went when they did meet and I'll soon tell you what would probably make your hair stand on end!" he muttered to himself, as he pulled a drawer out of the desk and placed it on a centre table before Betty. "Now, Miss Fosdyke, you get to work on that."
Neale! no doubt of it!" "Hollis!" exclaimed Neale. "It's the man described by Mrs. Pratt and Simmons that's certain," answered the detective. "So there's one mystery settled though it makes all the rest stranger than ever. Now, Miss Fosdyke, that'll be some relief to you so don't come any nearer. But just spare Mr. Neale a few minutes I want to speak to him."
"The time seems to me to have come," she said, "when I had better make you and Mr. Sax understand each other. Have you been thinking penitently of your own bad behavior?" I felt myself blushing. I had been thinking of my conduct to Mr. Sax and I was heartily ashamed of it, too. Mrs. Fosdyke went on, half in jest, half in earnest. "Consult your own sense of propriety!" she said.
Sax; I could only say, "Has he come?" "Yes and waiting to see you." Answering in those terms, she glanced at the paper in my lap. In the extremity of my helplessness, I acted like a sensible creature at last. I told Mrs. Fosdyke all that I have told here. She neither moved nor spoke until I had done. Her first proceeding, after that, was to take me in her arms and give me a kiss.
I pleaded. She smiled, nodded, and went out. Oh, what a long time passed before I heard the long-expected knock at the door! "Come in," I cried impatiently. Mrs. Fosdyke had deceived me. Mr. Sax had returned in her place. He closed the door. We two were alone. He was deadly pale; his eyes, as they rested on me, had a wild startled look.
Somebody knocked at the schoolroom door, and looked in and said something, and went out again. Then there was an interval. Then the door was opened again. A hand was laid kindly on my shoulder. I looked up and there was Mrs. Fosdyke, asking, in the greatest alarm, what was the matter with me. The tone of her voice roused me into speaking. I could think of nothing but Mr.
But Polke, when they reached his office, had little o tell. Lord Ellersdeane, Betty Fosdyke, and Stephen Hollis were with him, evidently in consultation, and Starmidge at once saw that Betty looked distressed and anxious in no ordinary degree. All turned eagerly on the two detectives. But Starmidge addressed himself straight to Polke with one direct inquiry. "Seen him? heard of him?" he asked.
It was not until a week later that Neale, with a bandaged head and one arm in a sling, and Betty Fosdyke, inexpressibly thankful that the recent terrible catastrophe had at any rate brought relief in its train, were allowed to visit Horbury for their first interview of more than a few minutes' duration.
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