United States or Malawi ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"He is fully conversant with his family history," said Woodlesford. "He can give a perfectly full and so far as we can judge accurate account of his early life and of his subsequent doings. He evidently knows all about Ellingham Hall, Marketstoke and the surroundings. I think if you were to examine him on these points, you would find that his memory is surprisingly fresh."
When the seventh Earl died, his elder son, Lord Marketstoke, ipso facto, stepped into his shoes, and if he were, or is, still alive, he's in them still. All he had to do, at any moment, after his father's death, no matter who had come into title and estates, was to step forward and say: 'Here I am! now I want my rights!" "A queer business altogether!" commented Viner.
"'Since arriving in England and making inquiries in London and about Marketstoke and Ellingham as to the character and abilities of the young man who is the present holder of the title and estates which are by right my ward's I have had considerable doubt as to whether or not I should exercise the discretion extended to me by her father.
Ashton goes away as soon as he's got settled down in Markendale Square on a somewhat mysterious journey. Now we hear that he had a secret. Perhaps something relating to that secret is mixed up with his visit to Marketstoke.
"Well, now, these papers?" he said. "You didn't bring them to London with you?" "Of course not!" answered the witness. "I had not seen or heard of them for thirty-two years! No I relied, on coming to this country, on other things to prove my identity, such as my knowledge of Marketstoke and Ellingham, my thorough acquaintance with the family history, my recollection of people I had known, like Mr.
I shouldn't have mentioned it to you two gentlemen if it hadn't been for this dreadful news in the papers. No, I've kept my thoughts at home." "Wise woman!" said Mr. Pawle. "But now let me ask you a few questions. Did you know this Lord Marketstoke before he disappeared?" "I only saw him two or three times," replied the landlady. "It was seldom that he came to Ellingham Park, after his majority.
Now on that last evening at Marseilles I had been telling him, after dinner, of some curious legal cases, and he suddenly remarked that he would like to tell me of a matter which might come within the law, and on which he should be glad of advice. He then asked me if I had ever heard of the strange disappearance of Lord Marketstoke, heir to the seventh Earl of Ellingham.
But my own impression is that as we get into the secret of Ashton's murder, as I make no doubt we shall, there will be more evidence forthcoming. Now, as regards this man, whoever he is, who claims to be the missing Lord Marketstoke " At that moment a clerk entered the room and glanced at Mr. Carless. "Telephone message from Methley and Woodlesford, sir," he announced. "Mr.
Lord Ellingham handed the letters back. "You think that this Mr. Ashton was in possession of a secret relating to the missing man my uncle, Lord Marketstoke?" he asked. "I am convinced of it!" declared Mr. Pawle. Lord Ellingham glanced shrewdly at his visitors. "I should like to know what it was!" he said. "Your lordship feels as I do," remarked Mr. Pawle.
Carless, by way of introduction. "Portlethwaite, you remember the Lord Marketstoke who disappeared some thirty-five years ago?" Mr. Portlethwaite smiled. "Quite well, Mr. Carless!" he answered. "As if it were yesterday. He used to come here a good deal, you know." "Do you think you'd know him again, Portlethwaite, after all these years?" asked Mr. Carless. "Thirty-five years, mind!"
Word Of The Day