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I looked back at the white face, rigid in its speechless agony; the fixed, dilated eyes; and I pictured to myself the horror of that scene at Maudesley Abbey, when the father and daughter stood opposite to each other, and Margaret Wilmot discovered why the murderer had persistently hidden himself from her.
"'Well, he said, 'unless I'm very much mistaken, I think I've got my friend the master of Maudesley Abbey. "'You do: but how so? I asked. 'That talk about the gold-chain having changed hands must be utterly absurd. What should Henry Dunbar want with Joseph Wilmot's watch and chain? "'Ah, you're right there, answered Mr. Carter. 'What should Henry Dunbar want with Joseph Wilmot's gold chain?
His mind was racked by anxiety about the missing girl. Had he passed her on the road? No, that was very improbable; for he had kept so sharp a watch upon the lonely highway that it was more than unlikely the familiar figure of her whom he looked for could have escaped his eager eyes. Had Mr. Dunbar detained her at Maudesley Abbey against her will?
Carter the detective; but it would have been absurd to thwart the man when he was working in my interests. I loved Margaret too well to forget anything she ever said to me, even in our happiest and most careless hours: and I had special reason to remember that cruel farewell interview, and the strange scene in the corridor at the Reindeer, on the night of her return from Maudesley Abbey.
And within this cloistered courtway Mr. Dunbar had erected the loose box for his favourite horse. The southern wing of Maudesley Abbey owed its origin to a much later period.
Nothing could have better pleased the new inhabitant of Woodbine Cottage, who was speedily on excellent terms with his housekeeper. From her he heard that a jeweller's assistant had been to Maudesley, and had submitted a portfolio of designs to the millionaire. "Which they do say," Mrs. Manders continued, "that Mr.
The man shut the door before Clement had recovered from his surprise, and left him standing in the porch; bewildered, though he scarcely knew why; frightened, though he scarcely knew what he feared. For some minutes Clement Austin lingered in the porch at Maudesley Abbey, utterly at a loss as to what he should do next.
He had planned his flight, and meant to have left Maudesley Abbey for ever, in the first hour that found him capable of travelling. He had planned his flight, and had started on that wintry afternoon, when the Sabbath bells had a muffled sound, as their solemn peals floated across the snow he had started on his journey with the intention of never again returning to Maudesley Abbey.
Laura and her step-sister left the room soon after dinner: and the two men remained alone at the long, ponderous-looking dinner-table, on which the sparkling diamond-cut decanters and Sevres dessert-dishes looked like tiny vases of light and colour on a dreary waste of polished mahogany. "I shall go to Maudesley Abbey to-morrow," Henry Dunbar said.
Dunbar heard the voices of the women-servants upon the back staircase as he went to his room. He threw himself, dressed as he was, upon the bed, and fell into a heavy slumber. At three o'clock the same day Mr. Dunbar left London for Maudesley Abbey, accompanied by his daughter, Dora Macmahon, and Arthur Lovell.
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