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He was ready to confide in Mr. Medler as a model of truth and honesty, rather than admit the possibility of Marian's death. "We have this man Medler's positive assertion, that Mrs. Holbrook is with her father, you see, Mr. Proul," he said doubtfully. "That for Medler's assertion!" exclaimed the detective contemptuously; "there are lawyers in London who will assert anything for a consideration.
I am glad, however, that the issue of events has exonerated her husband from any part in her disappearance." He was glad to know this glad to know that however base a traitor to himself, John Saltram had not been guilty of that deeper villany which he had at times been led to suspect. Gilbert Fenton left Mr. Medler's office a happier man than when he had entered it, and yet only half satisfied.
"Surely your agent could get some information out of Medler's clerk; it's in his trade to do that kind of thing, isn't it?" "Well, yes, sir; I don't deny that I might put a man on to the clerk, and it might answer. On the other hand, such a gentleman's clerk would be likely to be uncommon well trained and uncommon little trusted."
The suggestion was not without force for Gilbert Fenton. His face grew darker, and he was some time before he replied to Mr. Medler's remarks. That suspicion which of late had been perpetually floating dimly in his brain that vague distrust of his one chosen friend, John Saltram, flashed upon him in this moment with a new distinctness.
Holbrook could know nothing of his wife's inheritance, nor of Mr. Medler's existence, supposing the lawyer's letter to have reached the Grange before Marian's disappearance, and to have been destroyed or carried away by her. He inquired the date of this letter; whereupon Mr. Medler referred to a letter-book in which there was a facsimile of the document.
Medler's countenance, which was not an open candid index to a spotless soul, nor by his surroundings, which were of the shabbiest; but the business being in this man's hands, it might be rather difficult to withdraw it dangerous even. The man held the will, and in holding that had a certain amount of power. "There is no one except Mrs. Holbrook interested in Mr. Nowell's will, I suppose?"
Medler's office the day after Jacob Nowell's will had been executed, having had no hint of the fact from his father. The solicitor told him what had been done, and how the most strenuous efforts on his part had only resulted in the insertion of Percival's name after that of his daughter. Whatever indignation Mr.
Percival Nowell had gone farther than this, and had promised the attorney a handsome percentage upon anything that his father might be induced to leave him by Mr. Medler's influence. The discussion lasted for a long time; Mr.
Fenton's name announced by the slipshod maid-of-all-work who had admitted the late visitor, Mr. Medler's solitary clerk having departed to his own dwelling some hours before. "I must ask you to excuse this untimely call, Mr. Medler," Gilbert said politely; "but the fact of the matter is, I am a little anxious about my friend Mrs.
Medler's business lying chiefly among the criminal population, his path in life might have been supposed to be not very remote from the footsteps of eminent police-officers. "I can get the information elsewhere," Gilbert said carelessly. "Believe me, I do not mean to let this matter drop."
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