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The Ministry was worked to death; the Governor was apprehensive and uneasy; Capital was, as Kilshaw had said, alarmed; only Sir Robert Perry smiled, as he remarked to the Chief Justice at the Club, "It can't last. His own men won't swallow all this. Medland must be mad to try it." "Perhaps," suggested Sir John, "he doesn't mean business. He may only want a strong platform to dissolve on."
Well, Mr. Kilshaw, you told me you knew the deceased." "Yes, I knew Benham." "Benyon," corrected the Superintendent. "Yes, that was his real name," assented Kilshaw. "At his lodgings there was found a packet. That's the wrapper," and he handed a piece of brown paper to Kilshaw. "In case," Kilshaw read, "of my death or disappearance, please deliver this parcel to Mr.
The crowd was beside itself; all thought of defeat was at an end; they began to laugh, and smoke, and dive into the taverns in friendly groups to drink; they even flung jests up at Kilshaw, and only hooted good-humouredly when he cried, "Wait a bit, my boys!" Thus an hour passed without further news. Then the country results began to arrive.
Kilshaw, if you like," said the Superintendent to the sergeant, who repeated his information. "Gaspard! why that's the fellow the Premier " and Mr. Kilshaw stopped short. After a moment, he asked abruptly, "Were there any papers on the body?" "None, sir." "I suppose there's nothing really to connect this man Gaspard with it?" "Oh, nothing at present, sir.
"Oh," said the Captain, scornfully implying that he ceased to attach value to Mr. Kilshaw's judgment. "I won't bet, because I know." "The deuce you do!" exclaimed Heseltine, promptly re-pocketing his apparatus. "And, if you want another reason why I won't bet," continued Kilshaw, who did not like the Captain's air of incredulity, "I'll tell you. I'm going to stop it myself."
Further developments of this strange affair will be awaited with interest." "I wish," commented the Superintendent grimly, "that my men could keep a secret as well as their man can sniff one out." But Mr. Kilshaw was too excited to listen. "By Jove," he cried, "the news'll be at the House by now! Come along, man, come along!"
Kilshaw's own servant, finding his master's pensioner besieging the house in a state of drink-begotten noisiness, kicked him down the street an excess of zeal that cost Mr. Kilshaw a cheque next day. The danger was, however, of a worse thing than these.
Kilshaw alone cared nothing: the Ministry was "cornered," he said, and that was enough for him. Eleanor Scaife was insatiable for information, or, failing that, conjecture, and she eagerly questioned the throng of men who came and went, paying their respects to the Governor's wife, and lingering to say a few words on the situation.
I'll send some of my men with you, Mr. Kilshaw, if you please, sir." Kilshaw made a wry face. "I wish I had my men," he said. "The Mounted Volunteers would teach these fellows a lesson." "Well, we may see that before we're many days older, sir," answered the officer. "Mr. Medland'll be here to-morrow, and heaven knows what they'll be up to then." Alicia Derosne had a fantastic dream that night.
You weren't at the Governor's party the other night?" Coxon, gratified at this cordial greeting, joined Mr. Kilshaw. They were alone in the Club luncheon-room, and Coxon was always anxious to hear anything that Sir Robert or his friends had to say. There was always a possibility that it might be very well worth his while to listen. "I wasn't there," he said. "I don't go when I can help it."
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