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All perfectly clear so far. In putting this difficulty to Mr. Murthwaite, I thought it right to add that I had heard of the little boy, and the drop of ink, and the rest of it, and that any explanation based on the theory of clairvoyance was an explanation which would carry no conviction whatever with it, to MY mind. "Nor to mine either," said Mr. Murthwaite.
Since that time, nothing has been heard to my knowledge of the three Hindoos. I have no more to add to what is here written. The Statement of MR. MURTHWAITE Have you any recollection, my dear sir, of a semi-savage person whom you met out at dinner, in London, in the autumn of 'forty-eight?
We have nothing whatever to do with clairvoyance, or with mesmerism, or with anything else that is hard of belief to a practical man, in the inquiry that we are now pursuing. My object in following the Indian plot, step by step, is to trace results back, by rational means, to natural causes. Have I succeeded to your satisfaction so far?" "Not a doubt of it, Mr. Murthwaite!
"My own eyes have seen it." There the letter ended, without either date or signature. I handed it back to Mr. Murthwaite, and owned that this curious specimen of Hindoo correspondence rather puzzled me. "I can explain the first sentence to you," he said; "and the conduct of the Indians themselves will explain the rest.
"Why should he be so anxious to know the time at which a borrower of money is usually privileged to pay the money back?" "Is it possible that you don't see his motive, Mr. Bruff?" "I am ashamed of my stupidity, Mr. Murthwaite but I certainly don't see it." The great traveller became quite interested in sounding the immense vacuity of my dulness to its lowest depths.
Murthwaite had spoken to him. He bowed to my lady, and informed her that the exhibition was over. The Bouncers, indescribably disappointed, burst out with a loud "O!" directed against Mr. Murthwaite for stopping the performance. The chief Indian laid his hand humbly on his breast, and said a second time that the juggling was over. The little boy went round with the hat. Franklin and Mr.
As a general rule, political talk appears to me to be of all talk the most dreary and the most profitless. Glancing at Mr. Murthwaite, when the bottles had made their first round of the table, I found that he was apparently of my way of thinking.
Murthwaite was so interested in what he heard, that he let his cheroot go out. "Now," says Mr. Franklin, when he had done, "what does your experience say?" "My experience," answered the traveller, "says that you have had more narrow escapes of your life, Mr. Franklin Blake, than I have had of mine; and that is saying a great deal." It was Mr. Franklin's turn to be astonished now.
Murthwaite. Godfrey Ablewhite had been cleared of all suspicion, on evidence which I could answer for as entirely beyond dispute. "Very well," said Mr. Murthwaite, quietly, "let us leave it to time to clear the matter up. In the meanwhile, Mr. Bruff, we must get back again to the Indians, on your account. Their journey to London simply ended in their becoming the victims of another defeat.
Murthwaite; "but I know what Indian juggling really is. All you have seen to-night is a very bad and clumsy imitation of it. Unless, after long experience, I am utterly mistaken, those men are high-caste Brahmins. I charged them with being disguised, and you saw how it told on them, clever as the Hindoo people are in concealing their feelings.
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