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"There was no one else with you in the room when this man Gilverthwaite gave you his orders?" he asked. "No one," I answered. "And you've told me everything that he said to you?" "As near as I can recollect it, every word." "He didn't describe the man you were to meet?" "He didn't in any way." "Nor tell you his name?" "Nor tell me his name."
And then comes another man, a stranger, that's as mysterious in his movements as Gilverthwaite was, and he's to meet Gilverthwaite at a certain lonely spot, and at a very strange hour, and Gilverthwaite can't go, and he gets you to go, and you find the man murdered!
Ridley, the clergyman who had given evidence about Gilverthwaite at the opening of the inquest on Phillips. I knew by one glance at Mr. Lindsey's face that he had news for us; but there was only one sort of news I was wanting at that moment, and I was just as quick to see that, whatever news he had, it was not for me.
And, whatever he might be in his pulpit, he looked very nervous and shy as he stood up between the coroner and the jury to give his evidence. "Whatever are we going to hear now?" whispered Mr. Lindsey in my ear. "Didn't I tell you there'd be revelations about Gilverthwaite, Hugh, my lad? Well, there's something coming out! But what can this parson know?" As it soon appeared, Mr.
And, like myself, he looked at the woman with a good deal of curiosity, wanting as I did to see some likeness to the dead man. But there was no likeness to be seen, for whereas Gilverthwaite was a big and stalwart fellow, this was a small and spare woman, whose rusty black clothes made her look thinner and more meagre than she really was.
But I stopped short there, having a sudden vision of a very wide world of which Liverpool was but an outlet. Where had Gilverthwaite last come from when he struck Liverpool, and set himself up with new clothes and linen? And had this mysterious man who had met such a terrible fate come also from some far-off part, to join him in whatever it was that had brought Gilverthwaite to Berwick?
And close by you've seen this other man, who, between you and me though it's no secret is as much a stranger to the neighbourhood as ever Gilverthwaite was or Phillips was!" "I don't follow you at that," I said. "No?" said he. "Then I'll make it plainer to you.
I do not think that name, Gilverthwaite, occurs in any of them." "What do you deduce from that, now?" asked the solicitor. "That whatever it was that the man was searching for and I am sure he was searching it was not for particulars of his father's family," answered Mr. Ridley. "That is, of course, if his name really was what he gave it out to be Gilverthwaite." "Precisely!" said the coroner.
And nothing that either I or Maisie who was still there, staying to be of help, Tom Dunlop having gone home to tell his father the great news could say would drive out of her head the idea that Gilverthwaite, somehow or other, had something to do with the killing of the strange man.
Isn't it a significant thing that, within a year of his coming into the title and estates, two highly mysterious individuals turn up here, and that all this foul play ensues? It's impossible, now, to doubt that Gilverthwaite and Phillips came into these parts because this man was already here!
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