Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 9, 2025
And I should suggest you call on Mr. Paley himself." We went away upon that, and it seemed to me that Mr. Lindsey was somewhat taken aback. And we were no sooner clear of the bank than Mr. Portlethorpe, a little triumphantly, a little maliciously, turned on him. "There! what did I say?" he exclaimed. "Everything is in order, you see, Lindsey!
Portlethorpe could reply to that last question, and while he was shaking his head over it, one of our junior clerks brought in Mrs. Ralston of Craig, at the mention of whose name Mr. Lindsey immediately bustled forward.
"The truth is, I've had suspicions myself lately." "Good God! you don't mean it!" exclaimed Mr. Portlethorpe. "How, then?" "Since Sir Gilbert began selling property," continued the bank manager, "very large sums have been paid in to his credit at our bank, where, previous to that, he already had a very considerable balance.
Portlethorpe." "Excuse me, ma'am I don't see it," retorted Mr. Portlethorpe. "I don't see it at all." "I do, then!" said Mrs. Ralston. "Suspicious, because I, his sister, and only living relation, was close by. Why didn't he come straight to me? He was here he took a quiet look around before he let any one know who he was.
He shall press it! if he can find Carstairs. And I think you'd better tell us what you know, Portlethorpe. Things have got to come out." "I've no objection to telling you and Mr. Moneylaws what we know," answered Mr. Portlethorpe. "After all, it is, in a way, common knowledge to some people, at any rate.
Of course I didn't! impossible!" It was now Mr. Portlethorpe and I who looked at each other with a mutual questioning. What was Mr. Lindsey hinting, suggesting? And Mr. Portlethorpe suddenly turned on him with a direct inquiry. "What is it you are after, Lindsey?" he asked. "There's something in your mind." "A lot," answered Mr. Lindsey.
Lindsey, "makes me absolutely amazed to hear what you've just told me. It's very serious, this charge you're implying against him, Lindsey! Why should he want to take men's lives in this fashion! A man of his position, his great wealth " "Portlethorpe!" broke in Mr.
It seemed impossible that two different individuals could write in that style; it was rather the style developed for himself by a man who scorned all conventional matters, and was as self-distinct in his penmanship as he probably was in his life and thoughts. Anyway, there was an undeniable, an extraordinary similarity, and even Mr. Portlethorpe had to admit that it was undoubtedly there.
Lindsey evidently knew pretty well, judging by their familiar manner of greeting each other. "What's all this, Lindsey?" asked Mr. Portlethorpe, as soon as he walked in, and without any preliminaries. "Your wire says Sir Gilbert and Lady Carstairs have disappeared. Does that mean " "Did you read your newspaper yesterday?" interrupted Mr.
Portlethorpe, as he's Sir Gilbert's solicitor. Perhaps I can come in with you, Mr. Lindsey? the truth is, I've been waiting about, sir they said you'd gone to Newcastle, and might be coming back by this last train. And it's possibly of importance." "Come in," said Mr. Lindsey. He let us all into his house with his latch-key, and led us to his study, where he closed the door.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking