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"That is a most improper observation! It's a reflection on my position, sir, and I've a great mind " "Mr. Coroner," observed Petherton, leaning towards him, "I shall hand in a full report concerning your conduct of these proceedings to the Home Office tomorrow. If you attempt to interfere with my duty here, all the worse for you. Now, Spurge, you can stand down. And as I see Mr.
"I defy you," he exclaimed, "to say!" "Well, you don't defy ME!" Mr. Cashmore cried as Mrs. Brook failed to take up the challenge. "If you know Mitchy," he went on to Mr. Longdon, "you must know Petherton." The elder man remained vague and not imperceptibly cold. "Petherton?" "My brother-in-law whom, God knows why, Mitchy runs." "Runs?" Mr. Longdon again echoed. Mrs.
And on that Copplestone produced the papers entrusted to him by Mr. Dennie and they all compared the handwritings afresh. "There is certainly something wrong, somewhere," remarked Petherton, after a time. "However, we are in a position to begin a systematic inquiry.
All that was necessary was for them to hear evidence bearing out these facts after which they would return a verdict in accordance with what they had heard. Very fortunately the facts were plain, and it would not be necessary to call many witnesses. Sir Cresswell Oliver turned to Copplestone who sat at one side of him, while Petherton sat on the other.
Let me have that cablegram." "I'll go with you," said Copplestone. "I may be of some use and I'm interested. But," he paused and looked questioningly at the old solicitor. "What about the other news we brought you?" he asked. "About this sale of the estate, you know? If this man is an impostor " "Leave that to me," replied Petherton, with a shrewd glance at Sir Cresswell.
Their common consciousness that she was a kind of cousin, a consciousness not devoid of satisfaction, was quite consistent with a view, early arrived at, of the absurdity of any fuss about her. When Mr. Brookenham appeared his wife was prompt. "She's coming back for Lord Petherton." "Oh!" he simply said. "There's something between them." "Oh!" he merely repeated.
Copplestone made all arrangements for their reception, and after snatching a couple of hours' sleep was up to receive them. By two o'clock in the morning Sir Cresswell and the old solicitor and Gilling smuggled into their sitting-room had heard all he had to tell about Zachary Spurge and his story. "We must have that fellow at the inquest," said Petherton. "At any cost we must have him!
"Mitchy's offer is perfectly safe, I may let him know," his wife remarked, "for I happen to be sure that nothing would really induce Jane to leave Aggie five minutes among us here without remaining herself to see that we don't become improper." "Well then if we're already pretty far on the way to it," Lord Petherton resumed, "what on earth MIGHT we arrive at in the absence of your control?
I mean for his money. For anything any one may think. For Lord Petherton, for instance, really at all. Lord Petherton thinks he has helped him thinks, that is, that Mitchy thinks he has. But Mitchy's more amused at HIM than at anybody else. He takes every one in." "Every one but you?" "Oh I like him." "My poor child, you're of a profundity!" Mr. Longdon murmured.
"Go and talk to her, you perverse creature, and send him over to me." Lord Petherton, a minute later, had joined her; old Edward had left the room with Mrs. Donner; his wife and Lady Fanny were still more closely engaged; and the young Agnesina, though visibly a little scared at Mitchy's queer countenance, had begun, after the fashion he had touched on to Mrs.
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