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Updated: May 9, 2025
It was not the recollection of school nor college learning, but the rapturous and earnest reading of my childhood, which made me bend forward so longingly to the plains of Troy. Away from our people and our horses, Methley and I went loitering along by the willow banks of a stream that crept in quietness through the low, even plain.
And now, gentlemen, I'll ask you a question and commend it to your intelligence and common sense: if your client is this man he claims to be, why didn't he come straight to Carless and Driver, whom he would remember well enough, instead of going to Methley and Woodlesford? Come, now?" Neither visitor answered this question, and Mr. Pawle suddenly turned on them with another.
That he was the actual murderer I don't believe for a second he is probably a mere cat's-paw. But who's behind him? If you can do anything to find out the truth, do it!" That Methley was astonished beyond belief was so evident that Viner was now absolutely convinced of his sincerity.
"Well, that is my idea!" assented Viner. "So get him there." Methley nodded and turned away; then he turned back and pointed at Carless' room. "What do they really think in there?" he whispered. "Tell me between ourselves?" "That he is an impostor, and that there's a conspiracy," replied Viner. Methley nodded again, and Viner went back. The men whom he had left were talking excitedly.
He replied to the second by producing certain papers and documents." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Pawle, nudging Viner. "Now we're warming to it!" "And according to what Methley and Woodlesford told Lord Ellingham," continued Mr. Carless, "these papers and documents are of a very convincing nature. They said to His Lordship frankly that they were greatly surprised by them.
The magistrate's eye was on the man who sat by Methley, and there was a certain amount of irritation in it. And suddenly Methley whispered something to his companion and the man shyly but with a noticeable composure stood up. "I beg Your Worship's pardon," he said, quietly, with a polite bow to the bench, "but really, the witness is under a mistaken impression!
I knew the bearing, but had enormously misjudged its distance and underrated its height, and so it was as a sign and a testimony, almost as a call from the neglected gods, and now I saw and acknowledged the snowy crown of the Mysian Olympus! Methley recovered almost suddenly, and we determined to go through the Troad together. My comrade was a capital Grecian.
After a journey of some few days by the route of Adramiti and Pergamo we reached Smyrna. The letters which Methley here received obliged him to return to England. Smyrna, or Giaour Izmir, “Infidel Smyrna,” as the Mussulmans call it, is the main point of commercial contact betwixt Europe and Asia.
"I say that whatever the papers and documents were which were produced by this man to Methley and Woodlesford, they were stolen from the body of John Ashton, who was foully murdered in Lonsdale Passage only last week. I'll stake all I have on that! Now, then, did this claimant steal them? Did he murder John Ashton for them?
Methley began to rally very soon after we had reached Constantinople; but there seemed at first to be no chance of his regaining strength enough for travelling during the winter, and I determined to stay with my comrade until he had quite recovered; so I bought me a horse, and a “pipe of tranquillity,” and took a Turkish phrase-master.
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