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A sudden thought seemed to strike him, "I say, Mrs. Radbolt, would you like us to have a look whether we can find any indications of it?" His eyes traveled beyond the lady whom he addressed. They met Mary's. She knew their message; he was taking her into his confidence about his experiment with the chief mourners. The stout angular woman had leapt to her conclusion.
And you too, Mr. Naylor? You're the oldest inhabitant of Inkston present, sir. Suppose you tell it to Mr. and Mrs. Radbolt? I'm sure it will make them attach a new value to this really very attractive cottage with, as Dr. Arkroyd says, the additional feature of the Tower." "I know the story only as a friend of mine Mr.
"I really think, my dear, that you'll feel easier if I stay myself, won't you? You can send me what I want to-morrow, and rejoin me when we arrange because we shall have to settle what's to be done with the place." "As you please, Mr. Radbolt." Beaumaroy's tone was, for the first time, a little curt.
At the end of the story he observed gravely, "The belief in diabolical personalities is not to be lightly dismissed, Mr. Beaumaroy." "I'm entirely of your opinion, Mr. Radbolt." This time Mary felt that her smile was not so plausible. "There seems to have been nothing in the grave," mused Mrs. Radbolt.
It hinted some slight offense as though he felt himself charged with carelessness, and considered Mrs. Radbolt's obsession mere fussiness. "No doubt, if you stay, Mrs. Wiles will agree to stay too, and do her best to make you comfortable." "I shall feel easier that way, Radbolt," Mrs. Radbolt admitted, with another rumble of apologetic mirth. Beaumaroy motioned his guests back to the parlor.
Thenceforward nothing was heard of him there, save that he wrote occasionally to his cousin, Sophia Radbolt, and her husband, both of whom he most cordially hated, whose claims to his notice, regard, or assistance he had, of late years at least, hotly resented. Yet he wrote to them wrote them vaunting and magniloquent letters, hinting darkly of great doings and great riches.
You know about those things better than I do. And then the taxes shocking, Mr. Radbolt! By Jove, I knew a chap the other day who came in for what sounded like a pretty little inheritance. But by the time he'd paid all the duties and so on, most of the gilt was off the gingerbread! It's there in front of the hearth that the story says the grave is. Doesn't it, Mr. Naylor?"
"I suppose we're fighting still; he means to face me with some Radbolt villainy, and make me sorry for what he calls my legalism with an epithet!" "That's his idea, and my own too, I confess. Those chief mourners will find the money and some other things that'll make 'em stare.
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