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Instead of retreating to his own solitude he remained with Peggie, and tried to cheer her up by discussing various plans and matters of the future. And he was taking a quiet cup of tea with her at five o'clock when Kitteridge came in with a telegram for him. He opened it with trembling fingers and read: "Barthorpe entered caveat in Probate Registry at half-past three this afternoon. Halfpenny."
But there's nothing alarming in that, Kitteridge, is there? Mr. Herapath may have gone away during the night, you know." "Kitteridge thinks that highly improbable," replied Selwood. "He says that Mr. Herapath had made no preparation for a sudden journey, has taken no travelling coat or rug, or luggage of any sort." "Did he come in from the House?" she asked. "Perhaps not?"
"Still, I don't see that there's anything to be alarmed about, Kitteridge," he said. "Mr. Herapath may have wanted to go somewhere by a very early morning train " "No, sir, excuse me, that won't do," broke in the butler. "I thought of that myself. But if he'd wanted to catch a night train, he'd have taken a travelling coat, and a rug, and a bag of some sort he's taken nothing at all in that way.
Before either could speak Barthorpe Herapath suddenly emerged from the waiting-room and looked round the hall. He beckoned to the inspector, who was talking in low tones with the detective, at a little distance. "Now, inspector," he said, "will you and your officer come in? And the caretaker and you, Kitteridge, and you, Mountain. Mr. Selwood, will you come in, too?"
In the act of summoning Selwood, Kitteridge was evidently interrupted by some person at his elbow; all that Selwood made out was that Kitteridge wanted him to go round at once.
There, while the November afternoon deepened in shadow, she sat and thought still more deeply. And she was still plunged in thought when Kitteridge came softly into the room and presented a card. Peggie took it from the butler's salver and glanced half carelessly at it. Then she looked at Kitteridge with some concern. "Mr. Burchill?" she said. "Here?" "No, miss," answered Kitteridge. "Mr.
Close that drawer, lock it up, and for the present keep the key yourself you and I will examine the contents later. Now for these immediate inquiries. Mr. Selwood, will you please telephone at once to Portman Square and tell Kitteridge to send Mountain, the coachman, here instantly. Tell Kitteridge to come with him.
"You, Kitteridge, and you, Mountain, can go home. Don't talk that is, don't talk any more than is necessary. I suppose," he went on, turning to the inspector when the two servants and the caretaker had left the room. "I suppose you'll see to all the arrangements we spoke of?" "They're being carried out already," answered the inspector.
Kitteridge pointed to the supper-tray and then indicated the coachman. "He came in as usual, miss," he replied. "Or rather an hour later than usual. Mountain brought him home at one o'clock, and he saw him let himself in with his latch-key." Peggie Wynne turned to the coachman. "You're sure that he entered the house?" she asked. "As sure as I could be, miss," replied Mountain.
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