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Before he appeared in sight the outer door closed softly, and Venner and Gurdon were in the corridor once more. "Do you notice anything peculiar about these coins?" Venner said, when once more they were back in the comparative seclusion of the smoking-room. "Have a good look at them." Gurdon complied; he turned the coins over in his hand and weighed them on his fingers.
"After all," Gurdon said presently, "you must admit that there is something in our civilization. Now, isn't this better than starving under a thin blanket, with a chance of being murdered before morning?" Venner shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "I don't know," he said.
"When we get into the cellar it's any odds that we find the door of the stairs locked. I don't suppose the grating has been forgotten. You see, it is not such an easy matter to get the British workman to do a job on the spur of the moment." "Well, come along; we will soon ascertain that," Gurdon said. "Once down these steps, we shall be able to use our matches."
You are puzzled and mystified over the death of Mark Fenwick. Mr. Gurdon has been reading an account to you from a newspaper." "You are certainly a very remarkable man," Gurdon said. "As a matter of fact, that is exactly what I have been doing. But tell me, Zary, how did you know?" "You have a great poet," Zary said, calmly and deliberately. "He was one of the noblest philosophers of his time.
Louder rose the angry voice of the millionaire, till at length Venner was aroused from his reverie and looked up to Gurdon to know what was going on. The latter explained as far as possible, not omitting to describe the strange matter of the silver box. Venner smiled with the air of a man who could say a great deal if he chose. "It is all part of the programme," he said.
All the same, he did not know till last night that I was married until you came into the room and my feelings got the better of me. But we can trust Gurdon." "I think I am to be relied upon," Gurdon said with a smile.
Please don't waste a moment more of your time." Gurdon yielded against his better judgment. A moment or two later, he found himself climbing through a skylight on to the flat leads at the top of the house. By the light of the town he could now see what he was doing, and pretty well where he was.
He broke off, suddenly conscious of the fact that another of the rooms was lighted now a large one, by the side of the conservatory. In the silence of the garden it seemed to him that he could hear voices raised angrily, and then a cry, as if of pain, from somebody inside. Fairly interested at last, Gurdon advanced till he was close to the window.
"You are beyond my teaching, lads," he said and they played exquisitely. "You excel your master now. Well, well, my mellow old fiddle is better here with you." But he would never once look at Vesty, so pale and beseeching. As he passed out Vesty started impulsively, then looked at her husband. "Go and speak to him, Vesty," said Gurdon. "Maybe he wanted to speak with you a moment." "Ah!"
"Not till those girls are ready to be taken home," said Gurdon. Fluke threw down his fiddle with an oath. "I said that you and I should quarrel." "I would not strike my twin-brother for all the false men and foolish girls in Christendom!" said Gurdon, standing before Fluke's threat, with folded arms, and such a look at him that Fluke came to himself, wincing.
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