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It is hard to say how and where his conversations with the Chinese were carried on, as he himself admits that he did not understand one word of the language. Lady Grey's sister, Mrs. Pooley, is unknown to history. Of Mr. Fish we know, as has already been said, nothing more than that he was Dorothy's lover, and a native of Bedfordshire, probably her near neighbour.
During the summer he had been occupied with the composition of a new oratorio, Messiah, the words for which had been chosen and arranged by Jennens, apparently with a good deal of assistance from his chaplain, the Rev. Mr. Pooley. Whether Messiah was composed with a view to production in Dublin is not known; it was begun on August 22 and finished on September 14.
I don't want you anywhere on my property if they do come sniffin' round." "I'm right comfortable here," declared McFluke, and lay down upon the bunk. "You'd better go," said Mr. Pooley, softly. "Not unless I get some money first." "So that's the game, is it? Think I'll pay you to drift, huh? How much?" "Oh, about ten thousand." "Is that all?" "Well, say fifteen and not a check, neither."
"I wonder what he did hear," Racey said to himself. "I thought I heard something, too." Whatever it was he did not hear it again. "There she is," said Jack Harpe, suddenly, and threw open the safe door. It was at this precise juncture that a voice from the darkness behind Fat Jakey said, "Hands up!" Oh, it was then that events began to move with celerity. Fat Jakey Pooley ducked and leaped.
Eliott, in her turn, was received into the cloud. "Of course," said Mrs. Pooley, emerging from it joyously, "we must have them." "Of course," said Mrs. Eliott vaguely, as her spirit struggled with the cloud. "Of course," said Dr. Gardner.
"In yore safe," replied Racey Dawson. "Did you find it there?" "Yep." "What were you doing at my safe?" "Now don't get excited, Luke. I happened to be in the neighbourhood of yore house in Marysville about a month ago when I noticed one of yore back windows open. I snooped in and there was Jack Harpe working on yore combination with Jakey Pooley watchin' him.
Egremont stay? she asked, apparently speaking in her quality of house-mistress. 'A day or two, was the reply. 'We'll drive over to Pooley Bridge for his bag this afternoon; he left it at the hotel. 'What has he on his mind? she continued, smiling. 'Some idealistic project. He has only given me a hint. I dare say we shall hear all about it to-night.
He placed the tips of his fingers together, leaned back in his chair, and stared at Racey between the eyebrows. "McFluke?" he repeated. "I don't know the name." "I mean the murderer Jack Harpe sent to you to be taken care of," explained Racey. Mr. Pooley continued to stare. For a long moment he made no comment. Then he said, "Still, I don't know the name."
Eliott would have been scandalised if she had known the real Dr. Gardner's opinion of her. "I wonder," said she, "what will become of Anne's ideal." "It's safe," said the doctor. "She hasn't realised it." "I wonder, then, what will become of Anne." Mrs. Pooley retreated altogether before this gross application of transcendent truth. She had not come to Mrs. Eliott's to talk about Mrs. Majendie.
But he went on with his questions, listening or not listening to Mr. Amblethwaite's answers, till he parted company with his companions in the neighbourhood of Pooley Bridge. Then he rode alone to Hautboy Castle, with his mind much harassed by what had occurred. It seemed to him to have been almost proved that George Roden must have spoken to this man of his intended marriage.
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