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But Hawthwaite made no response: he was watching the Coroner, and in answer to a questioning glance he shook his head. "No more evidence," whispered Tansley to Brent, as Wellesley, dismissed, stepped down from the witness-box. "Whew! this is a queer business, and our non-responsive medical friend may come to rue his obstinacy. I wonder what old Seagrave will make of it?
"Going strong, as far as I can make out," he answered, in response to the solicitor's inquiry. "I've been about all the morning, and from what I've seen and what my Committee tell me, I'm in!" Tansley shook his head. "Look here, my lad," he said, drawing Brent aside as they stood together in the market-place, "don't you build too high!
Brent heard Tansley smother an exclamation of surprise; a murmur that was not smothered ran round the crowded benches behind him. There was something dramatic in the sudden calling of the pretty young widow, whose personality was still more or less of a mystery to Hathelsborough folk, and something curiosity-raising in the mere fact that she was called.
Saumarez he felt sure was anxious. And about what? He wondered, but wondering was no good. He must go and see her of course; and presently he made himself ready and set out. But as he crossed the hall of the hotel he encountered Tansley, who was just emerging from the smoking-room.
And, if Tansley was right in affirming that Hathelsborough people made promises which they had no intention of redeeming, his chances of getting a seat on the Town Council and setting to work to rebuild his late cousin's schemes of reformation were small indeed.
Tansley, with the ready perception and acumen of a man trained in the law, was quick to point out two or three matters which in view of Wallingford's murder seemed to be of high importance, perhaps of deep significance.
"We all know that rumours about your cousin's murder are afloat in the town now and spreading. Well, the more they spread, the closer and more secretive will those people become who are in the know; that is, of course, if anybody is in the know. That's a fact!" "What do you think yourself?" said Brent suddenly. "Come now?" "I think the Mayor was got rid of and very cleverly," replied Tansley.
It won't do to have you on the Council, Brent, you're too much of an innovator. Now this town the real town! doesn't want innovation. Innovation in an ancient borough like this is unsettling and uncomfortable. See?" "This world doesn't stand still," retorted Brent. "I'm going ahead!" But he reflected, as he left the solicitor's office, that much of what Tansley had said was true.
I can tell you this and I could have put it in evidence if I'd thought it worth while Wellesley used to go and see her, of an evening, constantly, up to a very recent date, though she was supposed to have broken off with him and to be on with the Mayor. Now then!" "Do you know that for a fact, Hawthwaite?" asked Tansley. "I know it for a fact! He used to go there late at night, and stop late.
From a certain amount of whispering and nodding that went on around him, Brent gathered that this ancient gentleman was not unknown to many of those present. But Tansley was turning to him, ready as always with information. "That's old Dr. Pellery," he whispered. "Old Dr. Septimus Pellery. Tremendous big pot on antiquarianism, archæology, and that sort of stuff.
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