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Updated: May 26, 2025
"I see. Quite so. Thank you, Adair. Oh, by the way, Adair, where does Markby live?" "I forget the name of his cottage, sir, but I could show you in a second. It's one of those cottages just past the school gates, on the right as you turn out into the road. There are three in a row. His is the first you come to. There's a barn just before you get to them." "Thank you. I shall be able to find them.
"Yes, sir. It wanted a lick of paint bad. The young gentlemen will scramble about and get through the window. Makes it look shabby, sir. So I thought I'd better give it a coating so as to look ship-shape when the Marylebone come down." "Just so. An excellent idea. Tell me, Markby, what did you do with the pot of paint when you had finished?" "Put it in the bicycle shed, sir." "On the floor?"
Dinner at Orleans House, on Conde's departure for his journey to the East; Murchison and Trevelyan there. His poor mother never recovered the shock. 27th. A couple of months later Mr. Taylor's daughter, Lucy, was married to William Markby, going out to Calcutta as a judge on a salary of 4,000 L a year. 'She is a very lucky girl' wrote Mrs.
"On the floor, sir? No. On the shelf at the far end, with the can of whitening what I use for marking out the wickets, sir." "Of course, yes. Quite so. Just as I thought." "Do you want it, sir?" "No, thank you, Markby, no, thank you. The fact is, somebody who had no business to do so has moved the pot of paint from the shelf to the floor, with the result that it has been kicked over, and spilt.
Between the two boards I found a portrait of an elderly woman her mother, no doubt and three photos of herself; two in short frocks and one with her hair in a plait when she was about seventeen. She looked stouter and jollier then, poor girl. There was one other thing: a half sheet of note-paper. "Memo in case of accident. Money up chimney in best bedroom. Geo. Markby, sixth of April, 1897."
"In the evening I made inquiries at the 'Duke of Wellington, where the dock policemen go, and the two-penny-halfpenny money lenders and such; and old Mrs. Higgins, the landlady, knows more about the crews that come here than anyone. Lots of them knew old Markby, it seemed; a very respectable old chap and a favorite with his men, but a bit of a miser, and a trifle queer in his ways.
I should like to speak to Markby for a moment on a small matter." A sharp walk took him to the cottages Adair had mentioned. He rapped at the door of the first, and the ground-man came out in his shirt-sleeves, blinking as if he had just woke up, as was indeed the case. "Oh, Markby!" "Sir?" "You remember that you were painting the scoring-box in the pavilion last night after the match?"
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