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Hutchings, who never expected his sanguine and irascible master to be in any other mood, finished the paragraph of the article in the Daily Telegraph he was reading, put on his coat, and went to the study. His delay gave Lord Loudwater's wrath full time to mature. When the butler entered his master shook his fist at him and roared: "You scoundrel! You infernal scoundrel! You've been robbing me!
But his eyes rolled so horribly that the Lady Loudwater started from her chair, uttered a faint scream, and fairly ran through the long window into the garden. James Hutchings advanced to the table, thumped the decanter down on it no way to treat an old vintage port at Lord Loudwater's right hand, walked out of the room, and shut the door firmly behind him.
I found an evening paper in the dining-room and looked through it there. I might have heard him from there." "You can't remember?" said Mr. Flexen in a tone of disappointment. "Not at the moment," said Mr. Manley. "Is it important?" "Yes; very important. It would probably help me to fix the time of Lord Loudwater's death." "I see. A lot may turn on that," said Mr. Manley thoughtfully. "Yes.
"They ought to have been here before this. And I am going to telegraph to Lord Loudwater's solicitors. You would like to have their help as soon as possible, I suppose. There seems nothing else to be done at the moment." "Then you don't know who did it?" said Olivia. Her tone did not display a very lively interest in the matter or any great dismay, and Mr. Manley felt somewhat disappointed.
Flexen told him that he was engaged in investigating the affair of Lord Loudwater's death. Therefore, Mr. Flexen came to the point at once. "I have been informed that Lord Loudwater paid you a visit last night, and that a violent quarrel ensued, Colonel Grey," he said. "Pardon me; but the violence was all on Lord Loudwater's part," said Colonel Grey in an exceedingly unpleasant tone.
"I gather that you haven't told any one of what you saw on the night of Lord Loudwater's death; or I should have heard of it," he said. "Not a word, I haven't," said William Roper. "That's good," said Mr. Flexen in a tone of warm approval. "It might spoil everything to put people on their guard."
The Colonel went straight through the wood into the Castle garden, walked round the Castle, keeping in its shadow as he went, till he stood under the window of Lady Loudwater's suite of rooms. There he appeared to suffer a check. There was a light in the room on the ground floor under her boudoir.
He found the lawyer chiefly eager to have as little scandal as possible, and the Coroner took his cue from the lawyer. This suited Mr. Flexen admirably. He had no wish to show his hand so early. He foresaw that if the story of William Roper were told, and the story of Lord Loudwater's quarrel with Colonel Grey at the "Cart and Horses," there would be a painful scandal.
"Was he so fond of Lady Loudwater?" said Mr. Flexen in a somewhat doubtful tone. He had heard stories about Lord Loudwater's treatment of his wife. "He didn't show any great fondness for her, I'm bound to say. In fact, he was always bullying her. But he wouldn't need to be very fond of any one to go crazy with jealousy about her. He was a man of strong passions and quite unbalanced.
The bank wouldn't have honoured Loudwater's own cheque, the cheque of a dead man, but the stock-broker's cheque goes through as a matter of course." "Of course," said Mr. Carrington. "And he has kept the business so entirely in his own hands. If we had run in any one else, he'd have come forward and sworn that he heard Loudwater snore after Roper had seen that person leave the Castle.
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