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"You're a good fellow, Medler; and if ever fortune should favour me, which hardly seems on the cards, I sha'n't forget what I promised you the other day. I daresay you did the best you could for me, though it doesn't amount to much when it's done." Long after Percival Nowell had left him, Mr. Medler sat idle at his desk meditating upon his interview with that gentleman.
"They're all in the desk yonder, and that fellow Medler has taken away the keys." "Sharp practice," said Mr. Nowell; "but to a man with your purity of intention it can't matter what precautions are taken to insure the safety of the property." "Of course it don't matter," the other answered peevishly; "but I like to be treated as a gentleman." "Humph!
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.
Medler and only half satisfied as to the fact of Marian's safety, Gilbert Fenton lost no time in seeking professional aid in the work of investigating this perplexing social mystery. He went once more to the metropolitan detective who had been with him in Hampshire, and whose labours there had proved so futile. The task now to be performed seemed easy enough. Mr. Tulliver, in Queen Anne's Court.
It was necessary above all things that John Saltram's mind should be set at rest; and in order to secure this result Gilbert was fain to affect a supreme faith in Mr. Medler. "You believe this man, Gilbert?" the invalid asked anxiously. "Of course. He has no reason for deceiving me." "But why withhold the father's address?"
Medler had been in league from the time of the prodigal son's return, and that his own exclusion from the will as executor, and the substitution of the lawyer's name, had been brought about for no honourable purpose. What would a weak inexperienced woman be between two such men? or what power could Marian have, once under her father's influence, to resist his will?
"Seen your son lately? No; indeed, my dear sir, I had no notion that he was in England." The fact is, that Percival Nowell had called upon Mr. Medler more than once since his arrival in London; and had discussed with that gentleman the chances of his father's having made, or not made, a will, and the possibility of the old man's being so far reconciled to him as to make a will in his favour.
"Yes; you need not be afraid to speak freely to me; I know Mr. Nowell is in London." "Well, sir, I've not seen him often since his father's death." Since his father's death! And according to Mr. Medler, Jacob Nowell's son had only arrived in England after the old man's death; or stay, the lawyer had declared that he had been only aware of Percival's return within the last two or three weeks.
I have consulted a lawyer here, but it seems I can do nothing against him or nothing that will not involve a more complicated and protracted business than I have time or patience for. I don't want this wretch to go scot-free. It is evident that he has hatched this plot in order to get possession of his daughter's money, and I have little doubt the lawyer Medler is in it.
Miller conceived it to be no more than proper to go and see if he were wanted, and we followed him slowly, it being the intention of my uncle to offer his mother a watch, by way of ascertaining if she could penetrate his disguise. "Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape? Come to the pedlar, Money's a medler That doth utter all men's ware-a." Winter's Tale.
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