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Pawle hesitated. "No!" he said at last. "I think not. Let us first find out what this packet contains. I'll take the responsibility." He cut the ribbons beneath the seals, and presently revealed a number of letters, old and yellow, in a woman's handwriting. And after a hasty glance at one or two of the uppermost, he turned to Viner with an exclamation that signified much.
He said that he was in possession sole possession of a most extraordinary secret, the revelation of which would affect one of the first families in England, and he was going to bring it out as soon as he'd got settled down in London. Well you may be surprised, but that's all." "All you can tell?" exclaimed Mr. Pawle. "All! But we can see plenty in it," said Fosdick.
Methley's compliments, and if agreeable to you, he can bring his client on to see you this afternoon at once, if convenient." Mr. Carless looked at Mr. Pawle, and Mr. Pawle nodded a silent assent. "Tell Mr. Methley it's quite agreeable and convenient," answered Mr. Carless. "I shall be glad to see them both at once. Um!" he muttered when the clerk had withdrawn. "Somewhat sudden, eh, Pawle?
I don't know much about criminal affairs, but in reading the accounts of the proceedings before the magistrate and the coroner, an idea struck me which, so far as I could gather from the newspapers, doesn't seem to have struck any one else." "What's that?" demanded Mr. Pawle. "All ideas are welcome." "Well, this," replied Mr.
"He went away one Monday morning, saying that now everything was in order we could spare him for a few days. He returned on the following Thursday or Friday, I forget which, but he didn't tell us where he had been." "You don't think any of the servants would know?" asked Mr. Pawle. "Oh, dear me, no!" replied Mrs. Killenhall.
Whether he was going to reveal the truth as to what I have just told you, we don't know probably he was. But he was murdered, and we all know when and where. And I say he was murdered for the sake of these very papers which we now know were produced to Methley and Woodlesford by this claimant. Now, then " Mr. Carless suddenly bent forward. "A moment, Pawle!" he said.
From the magistrate on his bench to the policeman at the door every person in court turned to look at the man to whom the prisoner pointed an out-stretched finger. And Mr. Pawle let out an irrepressible exclamation. "Good God!" he said. "The claimant fellow!" But Viner said nothing. He was staring, as everybody else was, at the man who sat by Methley.
"He didn't correspond with you at all after you left him at Marseilles?" asked Mr. Pawle. "No," replied the barrister. "No I never heard of or from him until I read of his murder." Pawle turned to Viner. "I think we'd better tell Perkwite of all that's happened, within our own ken," he said, and proceeded to give the visitor a brief account of the various important details.
And he added that he had already telegraphed to this man to meet him in Paris." "Ah!" exclaimed Mr. Pawle with a look in Viner's direction. "Now we are indeed coming to something! He was to meet him in Paris! Viner, I'll wager the world against a China orange that that's the man whom Armitstead saw in company with Ashton in the Rue Royale, and no doubt the man of Lonsdale Passage! Mr.
"Which Countess of Ellingham, and which Lord Marketstoke?" asked Viner. "There have been must have been several during the last century." "The Lord Marketstoke I mean is the one who disappeared," answered Mr. Pawle. "We've no concern with any other. Look at these dates!
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