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"Time is slipping by. Bring him here and finish him." They carried me a little way into the forest, then set me on my feet again, propped against a tree. That I did not feel utterly terrified at the thought of my approaching death astonished me. After the mental torture I had endured, however, I felt comparatively calm. Gastrell approached to within about a yard.
Osborne," he ended, his curious gaze set on my companion's face, "think when we first met on board. It was not before the ship reached Madeira, surely." Jack Osborne reflected. "By Jove, no!" he suddenly exclaimed. "How odd I should all along have thought you had embarked at Capetown with the rest of us. But Mrs. Gastrell came from the Cape, surely?" "She did, and the name 'Mr.
"Gastrell and the rest of them will be at Eldon Hall, in Northumberland, the day after to-morrow," he said at last, "for the coming of age of Cranmere's son. The house is to be looted cleaned out. Everything is arranged the plan is perfect as all the arrangements of The Four Faces always are it can't fail unless " "Yes?" "Now that you know, you can warn Cranmere.
With that we rang off. "Can I see Mrs. Stapleton?" I inquired, as the door of the house in Willow Road was opened by a maid with rather curious eyes; I had come there straight from my flat, no longer wearing my disguise, and it was nearly eleven o'clock. Just then I had an inspiration, and I added quickly, before she had time to answer, "or Mr. Hugesson Gastrell?"
I had already told them a good deal, but now I told them more, explaining, eventually, how I had come to be with Hugesson Gastrell and his companion, and the wastrel, Robert Challoner; why they had wished to murder me; how they had already murdered Churchill and George Preston, and the reason they had done so. Miscreants of sorts themselves, as I now knew, they became immensely interested.
"Was the man who deserted you the man who deliberately strained my boy's arm by twisting it?" Sir Roland asked. "Yes." "What is his name?" "Gastrell Hugesson Gastrell, that's the name the brute is known by. He always was a blackguard a perisher! I shall refuse to betray any of the others; they are my friends. But Hugesson Gastrell don't forget that name, Sir Roland.
I think even Preston was taken aback and it took a great deal to astonish Preston. Osborne, I could see, was dumbfounded. Jasmine Gastrell was the first to speak, and she addressed me without looking either at Osborne or Preston. "Good evening, Mr. Berrington," she said, with one of those wonderful smiles of hers which seemed entirely to transform her expression; "this is an unexpected pleasure."
Which of all these criminals had done poor Churchill to death? Which had assassinated Preston on board the boat, leaving the impression that he had intentionally hanged himself? Was Gastrell the assassin? Was "Here is a place beside this tree." The remark, uttered by the stranger, cut my train of thought. Now Gastrell stood beside me. In one hand he held the torch.
The mysterious affair in Grafton Street had been arranged they went on to say when threatened by Albeury with arrest if they refused to tell everything by Hugesson Gastrell and two accomplices, the two men with whom Osborne had entered into conversation on the night of Gastrell's reception in Cumberland Place, and it was a member of the gang, whose name I had not heard before the sole occupant of the house at the time who had questioned Osborne in the dark.
On board the boat, rather to my surprise in view of what had happened and of what Gastrell had just said to me, I saw nothing of Gastrell or of any of his companions, including Preston. Apparently one and all must have gone to their cabins immediately upon coming on board. It was a perfect night in the Channel.
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