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Ledsam, for the wonderful evidence you tendered at the inquest upon the body of my son-in-law, Oliver Hilditch." Francis turned in his place and looked steadily at this unsought-for companion, learning nothing, however, from the half-mocking smile and imperturbable expression. "Your son-in-law?" he repeated. "Do you mean to say that you are the father of of Oliver Hilditch's wife?"
Ledsam," he said, "we have been old friends, if you will allow me to use the word, ever since I was promoted to my present position in the Force. You have trusted me with a good many cases, and I acknowledge myself your debtor, but in the matter of Sir Timothy Brast, you will forgive my saying with all respect, sir, that our ways seem to lie a little apart."
Francis Ledsam was himself again, the lightest-hearted and most popular member of his club, still a brilliant figure in the courts, although his appearances there were less frequent, still devoting the greater portion of his time, to his profession, although his work in connection with it had become less spectacular.
He saw from the window the arrival of Reginald Wilmore which was according to instructions, as they were to come down to Hatch End together went down the stairs to meet him, and, to cut a long story short, fetched him out of your office, Ledsam, without allowing him to finish his letter.
Sir Timothy, well-shaven and groomed, attired in a perfectly-fitting suit of grey flannel, nodded to Francis in friendly fashion and laid his Homburg hat upon the table with the air of a familiar. "My dear Ledsam," he said, "I do hope that you will excuse this early call. I could only have been an hour behind you on the road. I dare say you can guess what I have come to see you about.
If I can persuade your daughter to marry me, your consent will not affect the matter." "I can leave Margaret a matter of two million pounds," Sir Timothy said pensively. "I have enough money to support my wife myself," Francis observed. "Utopian but foolish," Sir Timothy declared. "All the same, Mr. Ledsam, let me tell you this. You have a curious attraction for me.
"Let's go and rope him in." "Mr. Ledsam desired me to say, sir," the hall porter continued, "to any of his friends who might be here, that he will be in to lunch to-morrow." "Leave him to me till then," Wilmore begged. "He'll be all right directly. He's simply altering his bearings and taking his time about it. If he's promised to lunch here to-morrow, he will.
They moved away together towards the shrubbery and the door in the wall behind. Francis resumed his seat. "Are you not also curious to penetrate the mysteries behind the wall, Mr. Ledsam?" Margaret asked. "Not so curious but that I would much prefer to remain here," he answered. "With me?" "With you." She knocked the ash from her cigarette.
He's as near as possible through the wood. Coming up in the train, he suggested a little conversation to-night and afterwards the normal life. He means it, too. There's nothing neurotic about Ledsam." The magistrate nodded. "Run along, then, my merry Andrew," he said, "but see that Ledsam keeps his word about to-morrow."
His features were cast in a large mould, he was of fair, almost sandy complexion, even his mouth was more humourous than incisive. His eyes alone, grey and exceedingly magnetic, suggested the gifts which without a doubt lay behind his massive forehead. "I am anxious to avoid any possible mistake," she began. "Your name is Francis Ledsam?" "It is," he admitted.
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