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Verner had minutely inquired into the proceedings of John and Frederick Massingbird that night, and he had come to the conclusion that both could have been in the lane at that particular hour. Frederick, previously to entering the house for his dinner, after he had left the veterinary surgeon's, Poynton; John, before he paid his visit to the Royal Oak.
It is assumed that the descendants of Ratcliffe and Throckmorton worked their way into the vicinity of the future town of Fairfax for their names appear often in the records and newspaper clippings. The Richard Ratcliffe who gave the land for the court house came here from Maryland. He was the son of John Ratcliffe of "Poynton" and "Doyne" Manors, Port Tobacco, Charles County, Maryland.
"You have sent for Sir George Duncombe to come and see you!" Spencer was silent for a moment. His own servant unfaithful? It was not possible. "Well?" "Even you," the Baron continued, "have not yet solved the mystery of l'affaire Poynton. But you know more than Sir George. Let me recommend that you do not share your knowledge with him." "Why not?"
The door of the room was locked, and a sentry stood outside in the passage. The three men were busy making history. The man who occupied the seat at the head of the table was the Monsieur Grisson to whom Guy Poynton, at the instigation of the Duc de Bergillac, had told his story. It was he who was spokesman. "The situation," he said, "is one which bristles with difficulties.
Guy Poynton who is your friend, and not his beautiful sister? Eh? I am answered! The misfortune! Never mind! I will drink my coffee to les beaux yeux des autres!" Three men were the sole occupants of the great room whose windows looked out upon the Louvre. The table around which they were seated was strewn with papers and maps.
I've been longing for this opportunity to read Henry James, knowing that he was Joseph Conrad's master. "The Spoils of Poynton" has given me a foretaste of the pleasure I'm to have. A prisoner of war has his compensations.
"My engagement from you was to find Miss Phyllis Poynton," he said softly. "You and I are perfectly well aware that the young lady in question is well, a few yards behind that curtain," he said, motioning with his head towards it. "My task is accomplished, and I consider myself a free man." Duncombe was silent for a moment. He walked restlessly to the window and back again.
We have no doubt that when she left the hotel on the night of her disappearance it was to there that she went." "You have told the police this?" "Yes, I have told them," the manager answered dryly. "Here is their latest report, if you care to see it." Duncombe took the little slip of paper and read it hastily. "Disappearance of Mademoiselle Poynton, from England.
"If Madame will give me the opportunity," he said, "I should only be too glad to explain to Mademoiselle Poynton." "If, indeed, it should be good news," the Marquise said slowly, "it were better broken gradually to Mademoiselle. I will take her a message." "Permit me to see her, Marquise," he begged. "My errand is indeed important." She shook her head.
"I am speaking of the girl by whose side I sat to-night at dinner, who calls herself Miss Fielding, who has in plain words denied that she knows anything of Phyllis Poynton. I want you to understand this. Whatever she may choose to call herself that shall be her name. I will not have her questioned or bullied or watched. If Spencer comes here to do either I have finished with him.
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