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He gave me to understand that he wished to spend most of his time over there in future, as neither he nor his wife cared about Hathercleugh, though they meant to keep it up as the family estate and headquarters. He placed considerable sums of money in my hands from time to time, and I invested them in accordance with his instructions, handing him the securities as each transaction was concluded.
Lindsey, a bit hurriedly, as if something had just struck him. "Did you communicate the news from Largo to Hathercleugh?" "We did, at once," answered Murray. "I telephoned immediately to Lady Carstairs I spoke to her over the wire myself, telling her what the Largo police reported." "What time would that be?" asked Mr. Lindsey, sharply. "Half-past eleven," replied Murray.
But these were all speculations the main thing was to get to Hathercleugh, acting on the hint I had just got from Scott, and to take a look round the old part of the big house, as far as I could. There was no difficulty about getting there although I had small acquaintance with the house and grounds, never having been in them till the night of my visit to Sir Gilbert Carstairs.
He was always at Hathercleugh, except when he was at Edinburgh University studying medicine. He knew the whole of the district thoroughly. But, as I have found out for myself, this man does not know the district! I have discovered, on visiting him though I have not gone there much, as I don't like either him or his wife that this is a strange country to him.
"Then, according to what you tell me, she left Hathercleugh soon after you telephoned to her?" said Mr. Lindsey. "According to what the butler told us this morning," answered Murray, "Lady Carstairs went out on her bicycle at exactly noon yesterday and she's never been seen or heard of since." "She left no message at the house?" asked Mr. Lindsey. "None!
Elphinstone I only got an idea of it, you know, when you and Murray came to my house. And these two would like to hear it one of them, at any rate, is more interested in this affair than you'd think or than he knew of himself until recently." Now that we were in a properly lighted room, I took a more careful look at the former steward of Hathercleugh.
"Well," he answered, "I have to be certain, for I'm a poor man, as you know, with a young family, and it would be a poor thing for me to hint at aught that would take the bread out of their mouths and my own. And I have the chance of a fine, regular job now at Hathercleugh yonder, and I wouldn't like to be putting it in peril." "It's Hathercleugh you're talking of, then?" I asked him eagerly.
"Aye, you may well exclaim!" said he, taking the will back. "John Phillips! that's the man was murdered the other night! Michael Carstairs that's the elder brother of Sir Gilbert yonder at Hathercleugh, the man that would have succeeded to the title and estates if he hadn't predeceased old Sir Alexander. What would he be doing now, a friend of Gilverthwaite's?" "I've heard that this Mr.
And there I stood, in the middle of the bustling railway station, enjoying the sensation of reading my own obituary notice. "Our Berwick-on-Tweed correspondent, telegraphing late last night, says: Considerable anxiety is being felt in the town respecting the fate of Sir Gilbert Carstairs, Bart., of Hathercleugh House, and Mr. Hugh Moneylaws, who are feared to have suffered a disaster at sea.
I ought to have told him, there and then, of what I had seen at the cross-roads that night of the murder of Phillips; and of my conversation about that with Abel Crone at his shop; and of my visit to Sir Gilbert Carstairs at Hathercleugh House. Had I done so, matters would have become simplified, and much more horror and trouble avoided, for Mr.
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