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"But the fact is I have come to say good-bye for a few days." "Ah! going back to town, I suppose," said Mr. Frettlby, lying back in his chair, and playing with his watch chain. "I don't know that you are wise, exchanging the clear air of the country for the dusty atmosphere of Melbourne." "Yet Madge tells me you are going back," said Brian, idly toying with a vase of flowers on the table.
They are more sociable, and a Miss Misanthrope, in spite of Justin McCarthy's, is unknown at least in civilised communities. Miss Frettlby, being neither misanthropic nor dumb, began to long for some one to talk to, and, ringing the bell, ordered Sal to be sent in.
Frettlby took the doctor's arm, and walked away with him. "I want you to come up to my study, doctor," he said, as they strolled towards the house, "and examine me." "Why, don't you feel well?" said Chinston, as they entered the house. "Not lately," replied Frettlby. "I'm afraid I've got heart disease." The doctor looked sharply at him, and then shook his head.
"No, I don't; I know nothing about him, beyond that he came from England a short time ago with a letter of introduction to Mr. Frettlby, and had the impertinence to ask Madge to marry him." "Where did Whyte live?" "Down in St. Kilda, at the end of Grey Street." "How do you know?" "It was in the papers, and and " hesitatingly, "I called on him." "Why?"
"More mystery," muttered Calton, as he glanced at Brian, and took his seat at the escritoire. "Mr. Frettlby went to bed early last night," said Sal, calmly, "and Miss Madge and I were talking together in the drawing-room, when he entered, walking in his sleep, and carrying some papers " Both Calton and Fitzgerald started, and the latter grew pale.
"Wants to see me on business," he finished, awkwardly. "Connected with the sale of your station, I suppose," said Frettlby, still keeping his eyes on the young man's face. "Can't have a better man. Calton's an excellent man of business." "A little too excellent," replied Fitzgerald, ruefully, "he's a man who can't leave well alone." "A PROPOS of what?"
"Why, I just heard it at the St. Kilda station." "Oh, easily enough," said Brian, rather confused. "I used to meet Whyte constantly, and as I have not seen him for the last two weeks, I thought he might be the victim." "How did they find out?" asked Mr. Frettlby, idly toying with his wine-glass. "Oh, one of those detective fellows, you know," answered Felix. "They know everything."
"And now," said Calton, looking at him, "do you remember the hansom cab murder, which caused such a sensation some months ago?" "Yes, I do," replied the doctor, rather astonished; "but what has that to do with the will?" "Nothing to do with the will," answered Calton, gravely; "but the fact is, Mr. Frettlby was implicated in the affair." Dr.
"And Miss Frettlby?" he asked, in a hesitating manner. This time he got a decided answer. "She declines to believe you guilty, and will not hear a word said against you." "God bless her," said Brian, fervently; "she is a true woman. I suppose I am pretty well canvassed?" he added, bitterly. "Nothing else talked about," answered Calton, calmly.
There doesn't seem any sign of them here, so I'll have a look in his bedroom." There was no time to lose, as Mrs. Sampson might return at any moment, so Mr. Gorby walked quickly into the bedroom, which opened off the sitting-room. The first thing that caught the detective's eye was a large photograph, in a plush frame, of Madge Frettlby.
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