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Tallente was scarcely surprised when Dartrey's entrance alone indicated the fact that, as was generally supposed, he was free from family ties. "I am a little early, I am afraid," Tallente remarked, as they shook hands. "Admirably punctual," the other replied. "I shall make no apologies to you for my small party.
"And how does town seem, Mr. Tallente, after your sylvan solitude?" she asked. Tallente for a moment was almost at a loss. Then a glance into her really very wonderful eyes, and the curve of her lips as she smiled convinced him of the truth which he had at first discarded. "Miss Miall!" he exclaimed. "Please don't look so surprised," she laughed.
"I have read everything Tallente has ever written, and I have never come across any such article," Dartrey declared promptly. "You have never come across it because it was never published," Miller continued, "and yet the fact remains that it was written and offered to the Universal Review.
"I was," he admitted, "and I flatter myself that I was able to make the speech which settled your chances in that direction." Tallente permitted a slight note of scorn to creep into his tone. "It was not your eloquence," he said, "or your arguments, which brought failure upon me. It was partly your lies and partly your tactics." An unwholesome flush rose in the other's face.
Pleasant neighbours hereabouts, eh?" Tallente affected to misunderstand. He glanced around at the few farmhouses dotted in sheltered places amongst the hills. "There are very few of them," he answered. "That makes this place all the more enjoyable for any one who comes for a real rest." Miller felt that he was suffering defeat. He opened his lips and closed them again.
Tallente looked at his guest thoughtfully. She was pouring out tea from an ordinary brown earthenware pot with an air of complete absorption in her task. The friendliness of her seemed somehow to warm the atmosphere of the room, even as her sympathy had stolen into the frozen places of his life. For the moment he ignored her question. His eyes appraised her critically, reminiscently.
The best I can do for you is to promise that we will publish unabridged any comments you may have to make upon the matter, on the following day." "I have always understood that there is such a thing as a journalistic conscience," Tallente persisted. "Can you tell me what possible justification you can find for making use of stolen material?"
The rumour was that they had been indirectly approached to know if they would pay a large sum for a story, perfectly printable, but which would drive Tallente out of political life." "Do you know the name of the newspaper?" he asked eagerly. "I was told," Nora answered, "but under the most solemn abjuration of secrecy. You ought to be able to guess it, though.
"Will you take anything before you go, Inspector?" "Nothing whatever, thank you, sir. At the risk of annoying you, I am bound to ask this question. Will you tell me whether anything in the nature of blows passed between you and the Honourable Anthony Palliser, previous to his leaving your house?" "I will not even satisfy your curiosity to that extent," Tallente answered.
The young man's subtle intimation was a shock in more ways than one. "The manuscript to which you refer," he said at last, "was stolen from my study at Martinhoe under somewhat peculiar conditions." "Perhaps you would like to explain those conditions to Mr. Horlock," Williams suggested. Tallente held open the door.
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