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A man's outer life is lived according to the laws of circumstances and society: his inner one no one knows anything about, except himself and God!" "Heneage," Mason sighed, "is always cynical after 'kuemmel." Heneage shrugged his shoulders and lit a cigarette. "No!" he said, "I am not cynical. I simply have a weakness for the truth.
The Colonel stretched out his hand for a match, and relit his cigar. "You believe, then," he said, "that Heneage has succeeded in solving the mystery of Barnes' murder, and is keeping the knowledge to himself?" "That was the conclusion I came to," Wrayson admitted. The Colonel smoked for a moment or two in thoughtful silence. "Well," he said, "it isn't like Heneage.
Although he had sent a special agent to Philip, who was to state by word of mouth that which it was deemed unsafe to write, yet Alexander, perpetually urged by his master, went at last more fully into particulars than he had ever ventured to do before; and this too at the very moment when Elizabeth was most seriously "lending her ear" to negotiation, and most vehemently expressing her wrath at Sir Thomas Heneage for dealing candidly with the States-General.
The Baroness turned in her chair as though anxious to join in the conversation. At that moment came a knock at the door of the box. Wrayson rose and opened it. Heneage stood there and entered at once, as though his coming were the most natural thing in the world. "Thought I recognized you," he remarked, shaking hands with Wrayson.
I always looked upon him as a man without nerves, a man who would carry through any purpose he set himself to, without going to pieces about it. Shows how difficult it is to understand the most obvious of us." Wrayson nodded. "But after all," he said, "it wasn't to talk about Heneage that I brought you down here. What I want to know, Colonel, is if you can help me at all with Louise."
She and the Baroness were schoolfellows in Brussels. There is no mystery about their friendship at all." Heneage was thoughtful for several moments. "This is interesting," he said at last, "but it does not, of course, affect the situation." "You mean that you will go on just the same?" Wrayson demanded. "Certainly!
God doth know, my dear and dread Sovereign, that after I first received your resolute pleasure by Sir Thomas Heneage, I made neither stop nor stay nor any excuse to be rid of this place, and to satisfy your command. . . . So much I mislike this place and fortune of mine; as I desire nothing in the world so much, as to be delivered, with your favours from all charge here, fearing still some new cross of your displeasure to fall upon me, trembling continually with the fear thereof, in such sort as till I may be fully confirmed in my new regeneration of your wonted favour I cannot receive that true comfort which doth appertain to so great a hope.
"If you really want to know," Heneage said, "I believe that Wrayson has kept something back. It is a very dangerous thing to do, and I believe that he realizes it. I believe that he has some secret knowledge of the affair which he has not disclosed knowledge which he has kept out of his evidence altogether." "A guilty knowledge?" Mason whispered. "Not necessarily!" Heneage answered.
She is the eldest daughter of the Colonel!" "Our Colonel?" Heneage exclaimed. Wrayson nodded. "Her real name is Miss Fitzmaurice," he said. "Her mother's name was Deveney." Heneage looked incredulous. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Absolutely," Wrayson answered. "I saw her picture the day of the garden party, and I recognized her at once. There is no doubt about it whatever.
Nine years later in the February of 1671 King Charles and his brother James again visited Lincoln's Inn, on which occasion they were entertained by Sir Francis Goodericke, Knt., the reader of the inn, who seems almost to have gone beyond Heneage Finch in sumptuous profusion of hospitality.
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