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"Miss Greeby had the truth from his own lips. Silver threatened to denounce her, and knowing this Chaldea went to London to warn her." "Oh," muttered Lambert, thinking of what Gentilla Stanley had said, "how did she find out?" "She overheard a conversation between Silver and Lord Garvington in the cottage."
Also you were, as she put it, a good and true wife to her grandson. Therefore, as she approved of you and of your second marriage, she has left the entire fortune of your late husband to you and to Lord Garvington here." "Never!" cried Lambert growing pale, while his wife gasped with astonishment.
Agnes Pine in one and Agnes Pine in the other, both with the same twists and twirls very, very like my signature and yet with a difference that I alone can detect. The postscript about the motor I asked you to write because the word occurs in the forged letter. Motor and motor both the same." "It's a lie," denied Garvington again. "I have not imitated your handwriting in the letter to Jarwin."
Pine's solicitor he was called Jarwin and came from a stuffy little office in Chancery Lane called Garvington aside, when the mourners returned from the funeral, and asked that the reading of the will might be confined to a few people whom he named. "There is a condition laid down by the testator which need not be made public," said Mr. Jarwin blandly.
It was proved, therefore, in a very positive manner, that the master of the house had not murdered the supposed robber. "I never intended to kill him," declared Garvington when his evidence was taken. "All I intended to do, and all I did do, was to wing him, so that he might be captured on the spot, or traced later.
"The exposure. See here, Silver, I hear that Mother Cockleshell is willing to hand over that sum to the person who finds the murderer of her grandson. We know that Miss Greeby is guilty, so why not give her up and earn the money?" The secretary rose in quivering alarm. "But I'd be arrested also. You said so; you know you said so." "And I say so again," remarked Garvington, leaning back coolly.
"It's common knowledge that Garvington can scarcely keep his head above water. As an old family servant you should know." "Ah, Master Noel, there's many things as I know, as I'm sorry I do know," said Mrs. Tribb incoherently. "And them lords as is dead and buried did waste the money, there's no denying.
But whatever might have been his motive, Lord Garvington, I am certain it was not connected with robbery." "Well," snapped the fat little man candidly, "if I had known that Pine was such a blighter as to leave me nothing, I'm hanged if I'd have allowed him to be buried in such decent company." "Freddy, Freddy, the poor man is dead.
I don't say he was right; but am I right, are you right, is Garvington right? Is any one of us right? Not one, not one. The whole thing is horrible, but I make the best of it, since I did what I did do, openly and for a serious purpose of which the world knows nothing. Do your part, Noel, and come to The Manor, if only to show that you no longer care for me.
Only don't try to carry her off at night. Garvington says he will shoot any burglar who comes along after dark." "I never knew Garvington had anything to do with Chaldea." "Neither did I. Oh, I think you know very well what I mean." "Perhaps I do," said the young man with an angry shrug, for really her interference with his affairs seemed to be quite unjustifiable.