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"I remember it now," muttered Mr. Pawle. "Yes curious case. But it was proved to the court, I recollect, that everything possible had been done to find the missing heir and without result." "Just so, sir, and so Mr. Charles succeeded," asserted Mrs. Summers. "He was a very nice, pleasant man, not a bit like his father a very good and considerate landlord, and much respected.
"He said it would be of just as much interest, perhaps of far more, to our Colonial papers as to the English." "Yes he said that," agreed Fosdick. "He knew, you see, that we were just about setting off home." "He didn't ask you to his house?" inquired Mr. Pawle. "That was mentioned, but we couldn't fix dates," replied Fosdick.
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.
"Well, Carless?" said Mr. Pawle at last. "How now?" "'Pon my honour," answered Mr. Carless, "I shouldn't wonder if you're right!" Mr. Pawle made a gesture which seemed to denote a certain amount of triumphant self-satisfaction. "I'm sure I'm right!" he exclaimed. "You'll find out that I'm right! But there's a tremendous lot to do, Carless.
The fact is I met Ashton at Marseilles, and spent the better part of the week in his company at the Hotel de Louvre there." "When was that?" asked Mr. Pawle. "About three months ago," replied the barrister. "I had gone straight to Marseilles from London; he had come there from Italy by way of Monte Carlo and Nice.
"Think carefully, now!" But Fosdick shook his head, and Stephens shook his. "Never heard the name," said Fosdick. "Did you ever hear Ashton mention the name!" asked Mr. Pawle. "Never!" "Never heard him mention it on board ship when he was coming home?" "No never!" "Well," said Mr. Pawle, "I happen to know that Ashton, some years ago, had a very particular friend named Wickham, out in Australia."
It may have been revenge. It may be that Ashton had to be got out of the way. And I shouldn't wonder a bit if that isn't at the bottom of it, which is at the top and bottom of pretty nearly everything!" "And that, ma'am?" asked Mr. Pawle, who evidently admired Miss Penkridge's shrewd observations, "that is what, now?" "Money!" said Miss Penkridge. "Money!"
"Gentlemen our very good friends," said Lord Ellingham, "it is only right that we should take you into our confidence at once. There will be no litigation, Mr. Carless no difficulties, Mr. Pawle. I absolutely insist on resigning what is not mine to my cousin, the Countess of Ellingham.
Viner had suddenly gripped his companion's arm and pulled him to a halt. He was looking ahead at the house at which they were about to call. And there, just being shown out by a footman, was the man whom he had seen at the old-fashioned tavern in Notting Hill, and with him a tall, good-looking man whom he had never seen before. Mr. Pawle turned sharply on his companion as Viner pulled him up.
"And what might his references be, now?" "To his bankers, the London and Orient, in Threadneedle Street," answered Mrs. Killenhall promptly. "And to his solicitors, Crawle, Pawle and Rattenbury, of Bedford Bow." "Very satisfactory they were, no doubt, ma'am?" suggested Drillford. Mrs. Killenhall let her eye run round the appointments of the room. "Eminently so," she said dryly. "Mr.
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