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"Yes," assented Neale. "He married Mr. Horbury's sister. Miss Fosdyke is their only child. Mr. Fosdyke died a few years ago, and she came into the property last year when she was twenty-one." "Lucky young woman!" muttered the Earl. "Fine thing to own a big brewery. Um! A very modern and up-to-date young lady, too: I liked the way she stood up to your principals.
"Naught much odd half-crown now and then," replied Polke. "Why?" "Lay you a fiver to a shilling Miss Fosdyke won't see anything of Horbury's nor get any information!" answered Starmidge, more slyly than ever. "She won't be allowed!" Polke gave the detective a shrewd look. "I dare say!" he said. "Whew! it's a queer game, this, Starmidge. First moves of it, anyway."
It was a look which began with a swift speculation and ended in something very like distaste. But Joseph Chestermarke met it with his usual quiet smile. "It would make such a lot of difference if we knew!" he murmured. "As it is things are unpleasant." Miss Fosdyke finished her reflection and turned away. "I remember you now," she said calmly. "You're Joseph Chestermarke. Now I will sit down.
"My wife is in America." he answered mechanically. "She has gone there to stay with some relatives." "She is interested in politics?" "Not in the least." Mrs. Van Fosdyke welcomed a newcomer with a gracious little smile and Tallente rose to his feet. Horlock had left the group in the centre of the room and was making his way towards them.
"I don't believe that Horbury's done what those two accuse him of," affirmed the Earl. "Not for one moment! I can't account for those missing securities they talk about, but I'll stake my honour that Horbury hasn't got 'em! Nor my wife's jewels either. You heard and saw how astounded that girl was. By the by who is she!" "Mr. Horbury's niece Miss Fosdyke from London," replied Neale.
But Starmidge appeared to have entered upon a period of silence, and made no further observation than that he would wait upon Miss Fosdyke in the morning, and presently the two young people followed Mrs. Pratt into the street and turned into the Market-Place.
Miss Fosdyke she can tell you a lot inside a minute informed me that since she was seventeen she had only had one motto in life. It's do it now!" "Good!" laughed the Earl. "But where are you going to begin?" "That's the difficulty," agreed Polke. "A gentleman walks out of his back garden into the dusk and he's never seen again. I don't know.
Do you expect me to believe that I am not the special object of your antipathy? I wish I had never met with you! At my age, a man gets angry when he is treated cruelly and doesn't deserve it. You don't understand that, I dare say." "Oh, yes, I do. I heard what you said about me to Mrs. Fosdyke, and I heard you bang the door when you got out of my way."
"I have the honour of addressing " he began. "You have the honour if you like to put it so of addressing Miss Betty Fosdyke, who is Mr. John Horbury's niece," replied the young lady impatiently. "Mrs. Carswell has told you that already. Besides you saw me, more than once, when I was a little girl. And that's not so very long ago. Now, Mr. Chestermarke, where is my uncle?"
"We haven't told you so," retorted Gabriel. "We haven't even approached you," remarked Joseph. "Just so!" agreed Polke. "But, under the circumstances " "We have nothing to say to you, superintendent," interrupted Gabriel. "We can't help anything that Lord Ellersdeane has done, nor anything that Miss Fosdyke likes to do. Lord Ellersdeane is not, and never has been, a customer of ours.
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