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"I don't mind telling you that." "And what do you think he will do?" "I've got to wait till I find out. I'm doing it. That was what I told you. What are you going to do?" he added casually. "I'm going to Lincoln's Inn Fields to have an interview with Palford & Grimby." "That's a good enough move," commented Tembarom, "if you think you can prove what you say. You've got to prove things, you know.
Palford gathered that one of the transatlantic jokes had been made. That was the New York idea to be jocular. Yet he had not looked jocular when he had made the remark which had upset the equilibrium of the young footman. He had, in fact, looked reflective before speaking as he stood and studied a portrait of one of his ancestors.
Of the history of his acquaintance with him Palford knew nothing, and that he should choose to burden himself with a half-witted invalid in these terms the solicitor described him was simply in-explainable.
"For that reason he no doubt talked to you more freely than to other people," Mr. Grimby put it. "Perhaps, Palford, it would be as well to explain to Miss Temple Barholm that a curious feature of this matter is that it in a way involves certain points concerning the late Mr. Temple Barholm." Miss Alicia uttered a pathetic exclamation. "Poor Jem who died so cruelly!" Mr.
Palford and Mr. Grimby when they entered the room to wear the aspect of a sort of presidiary audience. The sight of his erect head and clear-cut, ivory- tinted old face, with its alert, while wholly unbiased, expression, somewhat startled them both. They had indeed not expected to see him, and did not know why he had chosen to come.
He was sharp enough, too, to keep his man hidden. I was the only person that saw him who could have recognized him, and I saw him by chance. Palford & Grimby require proof. We are in search of it. Servants will talk; but if you don't want to run the risk of getting yourself into trouble, don't make absolute statements."
Don't you be frightened, Pearson. I never had six good shirts at once, or two pair of shoes, or more than four ten-cent handkerchiefs at a time since I was born. And when Mr. Palford yanked me away from New York, he didn't suspect a fellow could be in such a state. And I didn't know I was in a state, anyhow.
He knew no more of social customs, literature, and art than any other street lad. He had not belonged to the aspiring self-taught, who meritoriously haunt the night schools and free libraries with a view to improving their minds. If this had been his method, he might in one sense have been more difficult to handle, as Palford had seen the thing result in a bumptiousness most objectionable.
Tembarom for a moment did not awaken to the fact that the man was speaking to him, as the master from whom orders came. He glanced at Mr. Palford. "Mr. Temple Barholm had tea after we left Crowly," Mr. Palford said. "He will no doubt wish to go to his room at once, Burrill." "Yes, sir," said Burrill, with that note of entire absence of comment with which Tembarom later became familiar.
"Do you think he will return?" said Mr. Grimby, amazedly. "Oh!" the gentle creature ejaculated. "Can you possibly think he will not? Why? Why?" Mr. Palford had shared his partner's amazement. It was obvious that she was as ignorant as a babe of the details of Palliser's extraordinary story.
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