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"You are also, I think, a Doctor of Civil Law of the University of Oxford?" "Yes." "And the author of many books and articles on your pet subject archæology?" "That is so." "Am I right, Dr. Pellery, in believing that you are thoroughly well acquainted with the archæology, antiquities, and ancient architecture of this town?" "Quite right. I lived here for several years ten or eleven years."
But I knew how to bring that about. Wallingford spent nearly every evening alone in the Mayor's Parlour I knew how to reach the Mayor's Parlour unobserved. The secret of which Dr. Pellery has just told you was also known to me I discovered the passage between St. Lawrence tower and the Moot Hall many years ago. And I determined to get at Wallingford by way of that passage.
"I'm afraid for Reggie," murmured Roy as he kept on toward the Pellery. "Poverty didn't suit him at all, but it seems to me riches are going to suit him too well." The girls were hulling the strawberries on the side porch when he reached the house. "Where's mother?" he asked as he came up and sat down at their feet. "Gone to market," replied Eva. "Where have you and Rex been?" inquired Jess.
What should you say, sisters mine, if I should tell you that the magic wand of fortune has been waved over the Pellery, which will transform yonder sober fowls into gallant steeds, these homely pups into expensive hounds of the hunt, and " "Reginald." Rex always knew he had gone too far when his mother spoke like that.
Lawrence tower to the Mayor's Parlour in the Moot Hall? Is that correct?" Dr. Pellery made an old-fashioned bow. "That is absolutely correct!" "I am sure the court is greatly obliged to you, sir," said Meeking, responding to the old man's courtesy. He looked round, and seeing that Stedman made no sign, glanced at the policeman who stood by the witness-box. "Call Stephen Spizey!" he commanded.
From a certain amount of whispering and nodding that went on around him, Brent gathered that this ancient gentleman was not unknown to many of those present. But Tansley was turning to him, ready as always with information. "That's old Dr. Pellery," he whispered. "Old Dr. Septimus Pellery. Tremendous big pot on antiquarianism, archæology, and that sort of stuff.
"And to save time and needless explanations, let me begin by saying that, as far as it went, all the evidence your Worships have heard, from the police, from Louisa Speck, from Dr. Pellery, from Spizey and his wife, from everybody, I think, is substantially correct entirely correct, I might say, for I don't remember anything that I could contradict. The whole thing is what does it lead up to?
"Well, I want to ask you a very important question about that connecting wall. Is there a secret way through that wall from St. Lawrence tower to the Moot Hall?" Dr. Pellery drew himself up, stroked his beard, and glanced round the court. Then he gave Meeking an emphatic nod. "There is! And I discovered it years ago. And I have always thought that I was the only living person who knew of it!"
"Not a sort of," interrupted Dr. Pellery. "It is a connecting wall, thirty-six feet long, ten feet high, and eight feet in width, forming an arch over the street beneath the narrow street called St. Lawrence Lane." "It is an uncommon feature, that wall?" suggested Meeking. "Comparatively yes. I know of other places where ancient buildings are so joined. But there are few examples."
One was impulsive, ready to do anything on the spur of the moment: the other cautious, shrinking sometimes. He was just as anxious as Rex to extend the hospitality of the Pellery to their new acquaintance, but felt that he had not known the other long enough to warrant him in doing so. Mr. Keeler hesitated.
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