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It was asking too much of editorial human nature to expect that the magazine which had commissioned the illustrated article on Roxton would not make capital of the fact that its special artist was actually sketching the house while Mr. Fenley's murderer was skulking among the trees surrounding it. Thus there was no escape for John Trenholme. He was doomed to become notorious.
"I'm the only one of the three who has accomplished nothing," was Winter's rueful comment. Nor could any critic have gainsaid him, for he seemed to have been wasting precious hours while his subordinates were making history in the Fenley case. He left instructions with Johnston that Mr. Sheldon was to write fully, care of the Roxton police station, and took a cab for St. Pancras.
After tonight's adventure that hint is hardly needed, perhaps; but it is always well to be explicit. Now off with you." "I'm not tired. Can I be of any service?" "Yes. I want you to be ready for a long day's work in Miss Manning's interests. Mr. Furneaux and I may be busy elsewhere. Unquestionably we shall not be in Roxton; we may even be far from London. Miss Manning will want a friend.
The same moment Roxton exclaimed so coolly as to amaze me, forgetting how men must come to regard familiar things without discomposure "He's gone! I said so. The next'll have better luck, I hope." That man came ashore alive, though. All were forward of the foremast. The bowsprit, when I looked through Roxton's telescope, was shapeless as with a swarm of bees.
"Not in Roxton. I defy you to produce a cook in this village that shall compare with our Eliza of the White Horse." "Sir, my thoughts do not dwell on viands. True, I ate with a butler, but I drank wine with a connoisseur. It was a Château Yquem of the eighties." "Then you should be in expansive mood. Before you demand with a scowl why I shot Mr.
In the early morning, just as day was breaking, a hand was laid upon my arm, and starting up, with all my nerves in a tingle and my hand feeling for a rifle, I gave a cry of joy as in the cold gray light I saw Lord John Roxton kneeling beside me. It was he and yet it was not he. I had left him calm in his bearing, correct in his person, prim in his dress.
I learned by chance that a young lady who lives here rang you up at Roxton this morning, and knowing that you took the trouble to conceal the fact, I thought it advisable " Mrs. Garth was a woman of discretion. She closed the door on the two men. Fenley did not wait for Winter to conclude. "That was foolish of me, I admit," he said, readily enough.
He is a worker, not a talker like some people I know," retorted Winter. "What very dull acquaintances you must possess! Workers are the small fry who put spouters into Parliament, and pay them £400 a year, and make them Cabinet Ministers." "Evidently things have happened at Roxton, or you wouldn't be so chirpy. Well, so long! See you later."
Then, at his order, the whole tribe lay down upon the ground before us in homage. Personally I felt shy and uncomfortable at this obsequious adoration, and I read the same feeling in the faces of Roxton and Summerlee, but Challenger expanded like a flower in the sun.
Being a level-headed, plucky youngster, he was by no means desirous of indulging in deeds of derring-do. The one paramount consideration was the safe conduct of Sylvia to the house, and he hoped sincerely that if a miscreant were trying to escape, he would choose any route save that which led from the wood to Roxton village.
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