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I went on calmly: 'You also knew that Summertrees, of Park Lane, was identical with Simpson, of Tottenham Court Road? 'Well, sir, said Macpherson, 'I don't exactly see what you're driving at, but it's quite usual for a man to carry on a business under an assumed name. There is nothing illegal about that. 'We will come to the illegality in a moment, Mr. Macpherson.
Summertrees is guilty, and will not be content until he proves his innocence. I venture to predict that you will hear from him before long in a manner that may astonish you. Hale grunted and looked at his watch. The minutes passed very slowly as we sat there smoking, and at last even I began to get uneasy.
He is a black sheep, and deserves no encouragement. 'Not a bad tune though, after all, said Summertrees; and, turning to the window, he half hummed, half whistled, the air in question, then sang the last verse aloud: 'Oh I loe weel my Charlie's name, Though some there be that abhor him; But oh to see the deil gang hame Wi' a' the Whigs before him!
'I am afraid I do not quite understand you, said Fairford; 'and if you have anything to say to me in private, my dear provost, you had better come quickly out with it, for the Laird of Summertrees must finish his letter in a minute or two. 'Not a bit, man Pate is a lang-headed fellow, but his pen does not clear the paper as his greyhound does the Tinwald-furs.
'What's perfectly plain? he demanded, more gruffly perhaps than etiquette would have sanctioned. 'Summertrees is no coiner, nor is he linked with any band of coiners. 'What is he, then? 'Ah, that opens another avenue of enquiry. For all I know to the contrary, he may be the most honest of men.
'That is a very entertaining explanation, Mr. Macpherson. I suppose this encyclopaedia, as you call it, is in the shop at Tottenham Court Road? 'Oh, no, sir. Each volume of the encyclopaedia is self-locking. These books contain the real secret of our business, and they are kept in the safe at Mr. Summertrees' house in Park Lane. Take Lord Semptam's account, for instance.
Summertrees repeated the toast, with a sly wink to the lady, while Fairford drank his glass in silence. 'Well, young advocate, said the landed proprietor, 'I am glad to see there is some shame, if there is little honesty, left in the Faculty. Some of your black gowns, nowadays, have as little of the one as of the other. 'At least, sir, replied Mr.
'Nay, as for me, said Summertrees, 'I will tell you the truth at once, and fairly own that I can certainly find you the means of seeing Redgauntlet, poor man; and that I will do, if you require it, and conjure him also to treat you as your errand requires; but poor Redgauntlet is much changed indeed, to say truth, his temper never was the best in the world; however, I will warrant you from any very great danger.
Upon the present occasion the dinner passed pleasantly away. Summertrees talked and jested with the easy indifference of a man who holds himself superior to his company.
I well remember the November day when I first heard of the Summertrees case, because there hung over London a fog so thick that two or three times I lost my way, and no cab was to be had at any price. The few cabmen then in the streets were leading their animals slowly along, making for their stables.
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