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And if there's need, ring me up here, and let's know what's happening, or if you want assistance." There was no need for Millwaters to promise faithful compliance; Portlethwaite knew well enough that to put him on a trail was equivalent to putting a hound on the scent of a fox or a terrier to the run of a rat.
"If you could furnish me with his address " "Methley and Woodlesford know it," said Mr. Carless. "Um yes, that might be very useful. Ring Methley's up, Portlethwaite, and ask if they would oblige us with the name of Mr. Cave's hotel some residential hotel in Lancaster Gate, I believe." Mr.
Well, gentlemen," he continued, returning to his desk when the clerk had gone. "I think the best thing you can do is to bring your client here if he is the real and genuine article, he will, I am sure, be very glad indeed to meet three persons who knew him quite intimately in the old days Mr. Driver, Mr. Portlethwaite and myself. And I really don't know that there's any more to do or say."
"Remember that, Carless!" "A most extraordinary coincidence!" exclaimed Mr. Carless excitedly. "I don't care twopence what anybody says we all know that the most surprising coincidences do occur. Nothing but a coincidence! I assert what is it, Portlethwaite?" The elderly clerk had been manifesting a strong desire to get in a word, and he now rapped his senior employer's elbow. "Mr.
Portlethwaite, after Methley and his client had left Carless and Driver's office, had given certain instructions to one of his fellow-clerks, a man named Millwaters, in whose prowess as a spy he had unlimited belief. Millwaters was a fellow of experience. He possessed all the qualities of a sleuth-hound and was not easily baffled in difficult adventures.
In person and appearance he was eminently fitted for his job a little, inconspicuous, plain-featured man who contrived to look as if he never saw anything. And to him, knowing that he was to be thoroughly depended upon, Portlethwaite had given precise orders. "You'll go up to Lancaster Gate tonight, Millwaters, and get a good look at that chap," Portlethwaite had told him.
Cave, who claims to be Earl of Ellingham," said Methley, by way of introduction. "Mr. Car " But the other man smiled quietly and immediately assumed a lead. "There is no need of introduction, Mr. Methley," he said. "I remember all three gentlemen perfectly! Mr. Carless Mr. Driver and yes, to be sure, Mr. Portlethwaite! I have a good memory for faces."
Carless, by way of introduction. "Portlethwaite, you remember the Lord Marketstoke who disappeared some thirty-five years ago?" Mr. Portlethwaite smiled. "Quite well, Mr. Carless!" he answered. "As if it were yesterday. He used to come here a good deal, you know." "Do you think you'd know him again, Portlethwaite, after all these years?" asked Mr. Carless. "Thirty-five years, mind!"
Carless," he said earnestly, "you know that before I came to you, now nearly forty years ago, I was a medical student: you know, too, you and Mr. Driver, why I gave up medicine for the law. But I haven't forgotten all of that I learned in the medical schools and the hospitals." "Well, Portlethwaite," demanded Mr. Carless, "what is it? You've some idea?" "Gentlemen," answered the elderly clerk.
Portlethwaite to come here," commanded Mr. Carless. "And just find out if Mr. Driver is in his room. Portlethwaite can tell me when he comes." An elderly, grey-haired man presently appeared and closed the door behind him as if aware of the sacred nature of the proceedings. "Mr. Driver is out, Mr. Carless," he said. "You wanted me, I think?" "Our senior clerk," observed Mr.
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