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John Horbury, and the presumed theft of the Countess of Ellersdeane's jewels, seem to indicate an extraordinary crime, and opinion varies considerably in the Scarnham district as to whether Mr. Hollis the reason of whose visit to Scarnham is still unexplained fell into the old mine by accident, or whether he was thrown in.
"All that is within your lordship's jurisdiction not in ours. But especially since this young lady seems determined to do things in her way I will tell your lordship why we are allow to move. It is purely a business reason. It was, as I said, ten o'clock when we heard that Horbury was missing.
Gilbert Horbury, who described himself as medical officer of His Majesty's prison, Norwich, and formerly medical officer of the London detention prison. In reply to Sir Herbert Templewood, he said he had had much experience in cases of insanity and alleged insanity. He had had the accused in the present case under observation since the time he had been brought to the gaol.
Gabriel looked at Neale, and drew Lord Ellersdeane's attention to him. "Our senior clerk Mr. Neale," he said. "Neale have you heard of this transaction?" "Never!" replied Neale. "Mr. Horbury never mentioned it to me." Gabriel waved his hand towards the open door of the strong room. "Any valuables of that sort would have been in there," he remarked.
And in the elder woman's eyes there was still the same expression, and it was with obvious uncertainty, if not with positive suspicion, that she waited. "You have not heard anything of Mr. Horbury?" asked Betty, who was not slow to notice the housekeeper's demeanour. "Nothing!" replied Mrs. Carswell, with a shake of the head. "Nothing at all! No one has told me anything."
"Horbury could not have put them in this strong room without my knowledge. They are certainly not there. The safes my nephew mentioned just now are used only for books and papers. Your lordship's casket is not in either." The Earl rose slowly from his chair.
Never, in all his experience, had Neale seen any of Chestermarke's clerks lounging on the steps at nine o'clock in the morning, and he quickened his pace. Shirley, turning from a prolonged stare towards Finkleway, caught sight of him. "Can't get in," he observed laconically, in answer to Neale's inquiring look. "Mr. Horbury isn't there, and he's got the keys."
"The garden-room," continued the old antiquary, "should be particularly examined. It is into that room that the double staircase opens by a door concealed in the recess at the side of the fire-place. There were, I am sure, recesses behind the panelling in that room. Now, Horbury may have known of them he had tastes of an antiquarian disposition in an amateur way, you know. At any rate, Mr.
The Earl held out the empty casket. "This," he said, "is the casket in which I handed my wife's jewels to Mr. Horbury. It is, as you see, empty. It has just been found by the Scotland Yard man, Starmidge." Gabriel glanced at the casket with some interest; Joseph, with none: neither spoke.
His face flushed, almost as hotly as if he himself had been accused of theft. "Oh, come!" he said. "Horbury, now, of all men! Come come! you don't mean to tell me that Horbury's been playing games of that sort? There must be some mistake." "I shall be glad to be assured that I am making it," said Gabriel coolly.
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