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Halfpenny shook his head with profound solemnity. "I am not in the least surprised to hear that," he observed. "Barthorpe naturally received a great shock. What I am surprised at is the terms of the will. Nothing whatever to Barthorpe his only male relative his only brother's only son. Extraordinary! My dear," he continued, turning to Peggie, "can you account for this?
"You see, I I, of course, don't know exactly where I am, now. I suppose I must take my orders from your cousin." Peggie gave him another look, more enigmatic than the other. "That's nonsense!" she said sharply. "Of course, you'll come. Do whatever it is that Barthorpe wants just now, but come on to Portman Square as soon as you've done it I want you.
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She was not only sitting up, but presently she was standing up, and then the little girl felt a cold chill of fear coming over her. She came up to the bedside. Cecile almost thought she must scream, when suddenly the pale woman, who had appeared so sound asleep, said quietly: "Go back to yer bed at once, Peggie Jones. I know what you're up to."
He left the room, followed by the coachman, and Peggie turned to Selwood. "What do you think?" she asked, with a slight show of anxiety. "You don't know of any reason for this, do you?" "None," replied Selwood. "And as to what I think, I don't know sufficient about Mr. Herapath's habits to be able to judge." "He never did anything like this before," she remarked.
But Peggie, who was listening intently with downcast head, made no remark, and he presently continued. "Now, not so very long after that I mean, after the child was brought to Portman Square another person came to the house as a permanent resident. His name was given to the servants as Mr. Tertius. The conditions of his residence were somewhat peculiar. He had rooms of his own; he did as he liked.
Perhaps a trial we may have to go to court and give evidence. I dread it! I am, as I said, so used to a life of ease and freedom from anxiety that anything of this sort distresses me unspeakably. I fear I am degenerating into cowardice!" "Nonsense!" said Peggie. "It is merely that this sort of thing is disturbing. And we are not going to be afraid of Barthorpe. Barthorpe is very foolish.
Kitteridge pointed to the supper-tray and then indicated the coachman. "He came in as usual, miss," he replied. "Or rather an hour later than usual. Mountain brought him home at one o'clock, and he saw him let himself in with his latch-key." Peggie Wynne turned to the coachman. "You're sure that he entered the house?" she asked. "As sure as I could be, miss," replied Mountain.
Tertius gently. "Yes?" "Well, sir strikes me as how I drove him, sir, this morning," answered the driver. "Gentleman of his appearance, anyway, sir that's a fact!" Mr. Tertius glanced at Peggie, who was intently watching the caller. "Ah!" he said, turning again to the driver, "you think you drove either Mr. Herapath or a gentleman of his appearance this morning. You did not know Mr.
And as he was very much in love, Triffitt had often been tempted to throw his clues and his theories to the winds, and to vow himself to the service of Venus rather than to that of Mercury. But on that Sunday which saw the white-haired lady interviewing Peggie Wynne and Selwood, Triffitt, to his great delight, found that newspaper requirements were not going to interfere with him.
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