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Greenacre over the ditch, and took one look at the quintain. Three or four young farmers were turning the machine round and round and poking at the bag of flour in a manner not at all intended by the inventor of the game; but no mounted sportsmen were there. Miss Thorne looked at her watch.
"Perhaps he has called here while you were away." Lord Polperro rang the bell, only to find that no one had asked for him. He was in a state of pitiable agitation, kept shuffling about the room with coughs and gasps, demanding ceaselessly why Greenacre left the hour of his appearance uncertain.
This, however, did not interfere with the manner in which he performed his duties at the bottom of the long board; nor did Mr Greenacre perform his the worse at the top on account of the good wishes of Stubbs the plasterer.
By the by, anything I can do for you? Any genealogy?" Gammon had drained his tumbler of hot whisky, and felt better for it. With the second he became more communicative. He asked himself why, after all, he should not hang on to the clue he had obtained from Polly, and why Greenacre should not be made use of. "Know anything about a Gildersleeve?" he asked with a laugh.
"You know, Uncle Jerry's kind of hard to get confidential with over his own affairs, but I wouldn't worry, Kit, if I were you. Things always come out all right." "They do not," returned Kit, calmly. "Even Cousin Roxy says that you have to give Providence a helping hand now and then. I'm going to think up a way to start those hogs rambling over the southern slopes of Greenacre Hall."
"Do you know what has occurred to me?" pursued the other, with a half melancholy droop of the head. "I really begin to fear that the young lady, your friend, may have made a mistake." "How can that be, when he met her twice and talked with her?" "You didn't tell me that," replied Greenacre, as if surprised. "No, I didn't mention it.
Just so. H'm. I can assure you, then, that no such individual lives at the house we're speaking of." "No, but perhaps " "One moment. The Gildersleeves are a young married couple. With them lives an older lady " Greenacre paused, meditating. "The name of the missing man?" he added gently. "Fellow called Clover." "Clover clover? Clo "
There wouldn't have been much chance for you if it was. It's your friend Mr. Greenacre, as says he must see you for a minute." "All right; send him up, please. What the dickens can he want at this time o' night!" Mr. Gammon having promised to see his visitor out again, with due attention to the house door, the landlady showed a light whilst Mr. Greenacre mounted the stairs.
Three or four young farmers were turning the machine round and round, and poking at the bag of flour in a manner not at all intended by the inventor of the game; but no mounted sportsmen were there. Miss Thorne looked at her watch. It was only fifteen minutes past twelve, and it was understood that Harry Greenacre was not to begin till the half hour.
Then came Gammon's disclosure about the burning of the will and about Lord Polperro's intention to see his solicitor. Greenacre smiled grimly. "If I may make a personal remark, Gammon," he said in measured tones, "I will confess that I should never have allowed the destruction of that document. You, my friend, if I am not mistaken, had a still greater interest in preventing it.
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