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Ridley came to me with the news." Tired as I was, and utterly heart-sick about Maisie, I pricked up my ears at that. For at intervals Mr. Lindsey and I had discussed the probabilities of this affair, and I knew that there was a strong likelihood of its being found out that the mysterious Martin Smeaton was no other than the Michael Carstairs who had left Hathercleugh for good as a young man.
If it was, then it had been successful, for we had taken the bait, and all attention was being directed on Glasgow, and none elsewhere, and as far as I knew certainly none at Hathercleugh itself, whither nobody expected Sir Gilbert to come back.
Portlethorpe. And, gentlemen, the family jewels! all of which had been reset. They've got all those!" "You mean to say of your own knowledge they're not at Hathercleugh?" suddenly inquired Mr. Lindsey. "I mean to say they positively are not, sir," replied the butler. "They were kept in a certain safe in a small room used by Lady Carstairs as her boudoir.
"He said, from the first, that he meant to do it he wanted, and his wife wanted too, to get rid of these small and detached Northern properties, and buy a really fine one in the South of England, keeping Hathercleugh as a sort of holiday seat. He'd no intention of selling that, at any time. But there's the fact! he's sold pretty nearly everything else."
But there had been no more lightning by the time I reached the plateau on which Hathercleugh was built; then, however, came a flash that was more blinding than the last, followed by an immediate crash of thunder right overhead. In that flash I saw that I was now close to the exact spot I wanted the ancient part of the house.
Since the fellow got hold of the Hathercleugh property, he's sold everything, practically, but Hathercleugh itself; he's lost no time in converting the proceeds a couple of hundred thousand pounds! into foreign securities, which, says yon man Paley, are convertible into cash at any moment in any market!
And now, caring no more for the rain than if it had been a springtide shower, I slowly began to creep along the wall in the direction of the sound. And here you will understand the situation of things better, if I say that the habitable part of Hathercleugh was a long way from the old part to which I had come.
It was said the yacht had never come in, and, though many of them had been out, they'd never set eyes on her, and rumours of her soon began to spread. So I sent Chisholm there out to Hathercleugh to make some inquiry tell Mr. Lindsey what you heard," he went on, turning to the sergeant. "Not much, I think." "Next to nothing," replied Chisholm. "I saw Lady Carstairs. She laughed at me.
Lindsey, asking him who was this gentleman that had just ridden up. He glanced at me with evident surprise at my question. "What?" said he. "You don't know him? That's the man there's been so much talk about lately Sir Gilbert Carstairs of Hathercleugh House, the new successor to the old baronetcy." I knew at once what he meant.
Gilbert, who had recently come down to Hathercleugh House and taken possession, bringing with him though he himself was getting on in years, being certainly over fifty a beautiful young wife whom, they said, he had recently married, and was, according to various accounts which had crept out, a very wealthy woman in her own right.
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