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And now see the extraordinary position in which we're all placed. Ashton's dead, and there isn't one scrap of paper to show what it was that he really knew. Nothing not one written line!" "Because, as I said before, he was murdered for his papers," affirmed Viner. "I'm sure of that as you are of the rest." "I dare say you're right," agreed Mr. Pawle.
"You think there's a secret conspiracy behind all this?" suggested Mr. Carless. "With this claimant as cat's-paw well tutored to his task?" "I do!" affirmed Mr. Pawle. "Emphatically, I do!" "Aye, well!" said Mr. Carless. "Don't forget what I told you about the missing finger middle finger of the right hand.
"Whom Mr. Viner knows for a fact," continued Mr. Pawle, "to have been in Ashton's company only an hour or so before Ashton's murder!" Lord Ellingham looked at Viner in obvious surprise. "But you do not know who he is?" he exclaimed. "No," replied Viner, "I don't. But there is no doubt of the truth of what Mr. Pawle has just said. This man was certainly with Mr.
"I suppose all the people you introduced him to are all right?" he asked. "Oh, they're all right!" affirmed Mr. Van Hoeren, with a laugh. "Give my word for any of 'em, eh? But Ashton if he pulls that diamond out to show to anybody out of the trade, you understand well, then, there's lots of fellows in this town would settle him to get hold of it what?" "I think you're right," said Mr. Pawle.
"He merely told me that he was a man who had lived in Melbourne for some time and had known Marketstoke and himself very intimately had left Melbourne just after Marketstoke's death, and had settled in London. No, he did not mention his name." "Disappointing!" muttered Mr. Pawle. "That's the nearest approach to a clue that we've had, Perkwite. If we only knew who that man was!
Lord Ellingham looked from one solicitor to the other. "Then," he said, with something of a smile, "if Wickham was really my uncle, Lord Marketstoke, and this young lady you tell me of is his daughter what, definitely, is my position?" Mr. Pawle looked at Mr. Carless, and Mr. Carless shook his head. "If Mr. Pawle's theory is correct," he said, "and mind you, Pawle, it will take a lot of proving.
"And Lord Ellingham believed that Methley and Woodlesford were genuinely convinced by him." "Seemed so, anyway, both of 'em," agreed Lord Ellingham. "However," continued Mr. Carless, "Methley and Woodlesford, like you and I, Pawle, are limbs of the law. They asked two very pertinent questions. First why had he come forward after this long interval?
I have been on the Continent the French Riviera, Italy, the Austrian Tyrol for some time, Mr. Pawle, and only returned to town yesterday. I saw something, in an English newspaper, in Paris, the other day, about this Ashton business, and as my clerk keeps the Times for me when I am absent, last night I read over the proceedings before the magistrate and before the coroner.
"He registered his name and address the day he came there it is: 'John Ashton, 7 Markendale Square, London, W. You gentlemen will recognise it, perhaps?" Mr. Pawle put up his glasses, glanced once at the open book, and turned to Viner with a confirmatory nod. "That's Ashton's writing, without a doubt," he said. "It's a signature not to be forgotten when you've once seen it.
Taking everything into consideration, I am inclined to believe that he was most likely one of the men, or the man, who stole my papers thirty-two years ago." "There may be something in this," remarked Mr. Pawle, glancing uneasily at Mr. Carless. "It is a fact that the packet of letters to which Mr.
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