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Carrington, as Lord Loudwater's legal adviser, would be able to put him on her track. He came to dinner, still perplexed, to find Mr. Manley waiting to bear him company. They talked for a while about public affairs and the weather. Then Mr. Flexen said: "Was Lord Loudwater the kind of man to confide in his lawyers?" "Not if he could help it," said Mr. Manley with conviction. Mr.
He did not, indeed, think it likely that they would discover the cause of the quarrel for some time possibly not before their papers had tired of the business and sent them on other errands. Mrs. Turnbull only knew of Lord Loudwater's threat to hound Colonel Grey out of the Army; she did not know the reason of his fury and his threat.
He had little hopes of bringing off anything in the nature of a bluff; but he said, in a rasping tone: "We've discovered that the signature of Lord Loudwater's letter of instructions to his bankers to pay that cheque for twelve thousand pounds into your wife's account was forged." Mr. Manley looked at him blankly for a moment. There was no expression at all on his face.
Five ladies, an aunt and four cousins, of Lord Loudwater's own generation, came down from London. The younger generation was either on its way back from the war, or too busy with its work to find the time to attend the funeral of a distant relation, whom, if they had chanced to meet him, they neither liked nor respected.
Then he set about answering the letters. When he had finished them he took up the stockbroker's cheque and considered it with a thoughtful frown. He had never before seen a cheque for so large a sum; and it interested him. Then he wrote a short note of instructions to Lord Loudwater's bankers.
Manley strolling up and down the lawn with every appearance of enjoying his pipe and the respite from perusing papers. "Mr. Carrington tells me that you were in Lord Loudwater's confidence," said Mr. Flexen. "Wholly," said Mr. Manley, with more promptness than his actual knowledge of the facts warranted.
Smoking another of Lord Loudwater's favourite cigars, he walked briskly back to the Castle, more firmly convinced than ever that every possible step must be taken to prevent any diminution of the income of a woman of such excellent taste in food and wine. It would be little short of a crime to discourage the exercise of her fine natural gift for stimulating the genius of a promising dramatist.
"I should have thought that a man of Lord Loudwater's violent temper would rather have sought an open row," Mr. Flexen persisted. "Of course if he'd been really violent. But he wasn't, I tell you. He was only a blustering bully where women and servants were concerned people he could cow. I tell you, I made it quite clear that he crumpled up directly you stood up to him. Why, hang it all!
He found her looking very charming in a light summer frock of white lace with a few black bows set about it, and he thought that she seemed less under a strain than she had seemed the day before. He told her that he was returning to Low Wycombe; she expressed regret at his going, and thanked him for his efforts to clear up the matter of Lord Loudwater's death. They parted on the friendliest terms.
Then Mr. Flexen sent again for Elizabeth Twitcher and questioned her at length about Lord Loudwater's onslaught on Lady Loudwater the night before and about the condition in which he had been at the end of it. Elizabeth was somewhat sulky in her manner, for she felt that she was to blame for that onslaught having come to Mr. Flexen's ears.
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