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From the magistrate on his bench to the policeman at the door every person in court turned to look at the man to whom the prisoner pointed an out-stretched finger. And Mr. Pawle let out an irrepressible exclamation. "Good God!" he said. "The claimant fellow!" But Viner said nothing. He was staring, as everybody else was, at the man who sat by Methley.
"I wish I'd been present when Methley and Woodlesford put forward that proposition," exclaimed the old lawyer. "Did they seem serious?" "Oh, I think they were quite serious," replied Lord Ellingham. "They seemed so; they spoke of it as what they called a domestic arrangement." "Excellent phrase!" remarked Mr. Pawle. "And what said your lordship to their or the claimant's proposition?"
Hyde, hitherto the centre of attraction, was already forgotten, and instead of people going away from the court to canvass his guilt or his innocence, they surged round the witness whose testimony, strange and unexpected, had so altered the probabilities of the case. It was with difficulty that Methley got his client away into a private room; there they were joined by Mr. Carless, Mr. Pawle, Mr.
Why, knowing that we have been legal advisers to your family for several generations, did you not come straight to us, instead of going Mr. Methley, I'm sure, will pardon me to a firm of solicitors which, as far as I know, has never had any connection with it!" "I thought it best to employ absolutely independent advice," replied the visitor. "And I still think I was right.
Now, they came to Lord Ellingham yesterday afternoon with a most extraordinary story. His lordship tells me that he learned from your talk with him yesterday afternoon that you are pretty well acquainted, you and Mr. Viner, with his family history, so I'll go straight to the point. What do you think Methley and Woodlesford came to tell him? You'd never guess!" "I won't try!" answered Mr. Pawle.
Remember it's between the three of us. I shan't say a word to Pawle, nor to Carless. You know there's a man's life at stake Hyde's! Hyde is as innocent as I am he's an old schoolfellow of mine." "I understand," said Methley. "Very well, trust to me, Mr. Viner." He went off with a reassuring nod, and Viner returned to Mr. Carless' room.
But at one point a slight commotion in court caused him to look among the spectators, and Viner, following the direction of his eyes, saw him start, and at the same instant saw what it was that he started at. Methley, followed by the claimant, was quietly pushing a way through the throng between the door and the solicitor's table. Viner leaned closer to Mr. Pawle. "Do you see?" he whispered.
Whoever is at the back of that woman who handed you those papers is probably the murderer of John Ashton and that is what must be got at. Now, where can we have a conference immediately? Your office, Methley, is not far away, I think." "My house is nearer," said Viner. "Come we shall be perfectly quiet in my study, and there will be nothing to interrupt us. Let us go now."
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.
"But now a further question: Your client whom we'll now call the claimant had, I understand, no desire to take up his rightful position, and suggests that the secret shall remain a secret, and that he shall be paid a hundred thousand pounds to hold his tongue?" "If you put it that way yes," replied Methley. "I don't know in what other way it could be put," said Mr. Carless grimly.
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