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The fact is, Pawle, if this girl's claim is persisted in, there'll have to be a very searching inquiry made in Australia. However much I may feel that your theory may be probably is right, I should have to advise my client, Lord Ellingham, to insist on the most complete investigation." "To be sure, to be sure!" assented Mr. Pawle. "That's absolutely necessary.
The two visitors rose, and Methley looked at Mr. Carless in a questioning fashion. "Am I to go away with the impression that you believe our client to be an impostor?" he said quietly. "Frankly I do!" answered Mr. Carless. "So do I!" exclaimed Mr. Pawle. "Emphatically so!" "In that case," said Methley, "I see no advantage in bringing him here."
He stood staring at the high rood, the fine old rood screen, the beauty of the clustered columns had he been alone, and on any other occasion, he would have spent the morning in wandering around nave and aisles and transepts. But Mr. Pawle, severely practical, at once made for the northeast chapel; and Viner, after another glance round, was forced to follow him.
"I was so upset when I heard from Perkwite that Miss Wickham has been in that house in Whitechapel," he said, "that, on learning she'd gone off with you, Viner, Lord Ellingham and I drove to Pawle's and brought him on here to learn if she'd got home and what had happened." "What had happened?" demanded Mr. Pawle. "What is it, Viner?" Viner gathered them round him with a look.
He pulled out the bundle of letters which he and Viner had unearthed from the Japanese cabinet. "This! It is a packet of letters written by the seventh Countess of Ellingham to her elder son, the Lord Marketstoke we are talking of, when he was a boy at Eton. Your Lordship will probably recognize your grandmother's handwriting." Lord Ellingham bent over the letter which Mr. Pawle spread before him.
"Well, now, did you think you recognized anything of him making allowance for the difference in age in this man who called himself John Ashton?" asked Mr. Pawle. "For that, of course, is important!" "Mr. Ashton," answered Mrs. Summers, "was just such a man as Lord Marketstoke might have been expected to become. Height, build all the Cave-Grays that I've known were big men colour, were alike.
Pawle; Lord Ellingham had a seat close by; in the front of the public gallery Miss Penkridge, grim and alert, was in charge of the timid and shrinking sisters of the unfortunate prisoner. There, too, were Mr. Armitstead and Mr. Isidore Rosenbaum, and Mr. Perkwite, all evidently very much alive to certain possibilities.
Mr. Pawle turned and looked after the retreating figures. "You're sure of that?" he asked. "Certain!" replied Viner. "I should know him anywhere." Mr. Pawle came to another halt, glancing first at the two men, now well up the street, and then at the somewhat sombre front of Ellingham House. "Now, this is an extraordinary thing, Viner!" he exclaimed.
Pawle. "Was there any history attached to it?" "Oh, nothing much," answered Mr. Van Hoeren. "He told me he'd had it some years got it in Australia, where he come from to London. Got it cheap, he did lots of things like that in our business." "And carried it in his pocket!" exclaimed Mr. Pawle. He stared hard at Mr. Van Hoeren, as if his mind was revolving some unpleasant idea.
"And if I can be of any use to you or Mr. Pawle, you've only to ring me up there. You've no doubt yourself, I think, that the unfortunate fellow Hyde is innocent?" "None!" said Viner. "No doubt whatever! But the police have a strong case against him. And unless we can find the actual murderer, I'm afraid Hyde's in a very dangerous position."
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