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Perkwite, took particular care of these papers, and always carried them about with him in a pocketbook." Mr. Cave appeared to be much exercised in thought on hearing this. "It is, of course, absurd to say that Lord Marketstoke myself! intrusted papers to any one on his deathbed, since I am very much alive," he said. "But it is, equally of course, quite possible that Ashton had my papers.
Summers, bending closer to her listeners, "if the man who called himself John Ashton wasn't in reality the long-lost Lord Marketstoke." Mr. Pawle, after a glance at Viner which seemed to be full of many meanings, bent forward in his chair and laid a hand on the old landlady's arm. "Now, have you said as much as that to anybody before?" he asked, eking her significantly.
It may be that Marketstoke, dying out there in Australia, handed these things to Ashton and asked him to give them to some members of the Cave-Gray family perhaps an aunt, or a cousin, or so on and that Ashton went down to Marketstoke to find out what relations were still in existence. That may be it that would solve the problem!" "No!" said Viner with sudden emphasis.
She turned up here about three-quarters of an hour ago, and said that her grandmother, who keeps an inn at Marketstoke, in Buckinghamshire, had seen the paragraph in the papers this morning in which I asked if anybody could give any information about Mr.
He carried those in a pocketbook; had so carried them, he told me, ever since Marketstoke had handed them to him; they had never, he added, been out of his possession, day or night, since Marketstoke's death. Now, on examining the papers, I at once discovered two highly important facts.
"I have no doubt that it will come to his being examined on a great many points and in much detail," said Mr. Carless with a dry smile. "Of course, I shall be much interested in seeing him. You see, I remember the missing Lord Marketstoke very well indeed he was often in here when I, as a lad of nineteen or twenty, was articled to my own father.
Summers has something she can tell about him. Viner, I suggest that you and I go down to Marketstoke this afternoon. You've accommodations for a couple of gentlemen, I suppose, my dear?" he added, turning to the girl. "Couple of nice bedrooms and a bit of dinner, eh?" "Oh, yes sir!" replied Lucy Summers. "We constantly have gentlemen there, sir." "Very well," said Mr. Pawle.
"If this man Wickham really was the lost Lord Marketstoke, and he's dead, and he left a daughter, and the daughter's alive " "Well?" demanded Mr. Pawle. "Well?" "Why, then, of course, that daughter," said Mr. Carless slowly, "that daughter is " A clerk opened the door and glanced at his employer. "Mr. Methley and Mr. Woodlesford, sir," he announced. "By appointment."
"But of course, those of us about here knew of how things stood long before that. Lord Marketstoke went away, as I have said. It was known that he had money of his own, that had come to him from his mother, who had died years before all this. But it wasn't known where he went. Some said he'd gone to the Colonies; some said to America.
Instead of going direct to Tichborne, where you'd naturally have thought all his affection and interests rested, where did he go? To Whitechapel! Why? Because the Ortons were Whitechapel folk! The native place called him, do you see? The first thought he had on setting foot on English soil was Whitechapel!" "Are you suggesting that Ashton was probably a native of Marketstoke?" asked Viner.
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