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Updated: June 16, 2025
During the progress of the Local Government Board inquiry he had learned something: that men like Tansley and Epplewhite knew a lot more about Hathelsborough and Hathelsborough folk than he did, or than Wallingford had known, despite the murdered man's longer experience of town and people.
I'll lay anything most of the folk you've been to see have promised their support to both candidates." "Why should these people support Crood and his crew?" demanded Brent. "Because Crood and his crew represent the only god they worship!" said Tansley, with a cynical laugh. "Brass! as they call it. All that a Hathelsborough man thinks about is brass money.
Within a few hours Brent had settled his purchase of Acacia Lodge from the retired tradesman and Tansley was busy with the legal necessities of the conveyance.
Well, I will dispatch my man who brought the news to Mr. Eyre to bid him to avoid the place; and we two, Mr. Alban and myself, will make our way across the border into Stafford." "There are none others coming to Padley to-morrow?" asked Marjorie. "None that I know of. They will come in sometimes without warning; but I cannot help that. Mr. Fenton will be at Tansley: he told me so."
Vested interests, my boy! ancient tree, with roots firmly fixed in the piled-up soil, strata upon strata, of a thousand years! You're not going to pull up these roots, my lad!" "How'll Simon Crood smash me?" demanded Brent quietly. "As to the exact how," answered Tansley, "can't say! Mole work but he'll set the majority of the electors in that Castle Ward against you."
"Mistakes will happen, sir." Mrs. Marriner disappeared amongst the crowd, and a new witness took her place. She, too, was a woman, and a young and pretty one and in a tearful and nervous condition. Tansley glanced at her and turned, with a significant glance, to Brent. "Great Scott!" he whispered. "Wellesley's housemaid!"
But Tansley rose from his seat at Brent's elbow. "I should like to draw attention to a somewhat pertinent fact, Mr. Coroner," he said. "It seems to have a distinct bearing on what has just transpired. During a search of the deceased's private papers, made by Mr. Brent and myself, yesterday afternoon, we found Mr. Wallingford's will.
"You think it had come to as much as that?" "I do!" affirmed Tansley. "Lord bless you, she and Wallingford were as thick as thieves, as our local saying goes. Oh, yes, I'm sure she threw Wellesley over for Wallingford." Brent heard all this in silence, and remained for a time in further silence. "Um!" he remarked at last. "Odd! Mrs. Saumarez is an unusually pretty woman. Dr.
"I heard about that last night," answered Coppinger. "Tansley told two or three of us at the club. This fellow Brent has bought that property of old Chillingham's Acacia Lodge. Freehold, you know; bought it right out. He's a Hathelsborough man now, right enough." Then they both turned and glanced at Mallett, who was re-reading Brent's election address with brooding eyes and lowering brow.
Tansley listened, laughed, and shook his head. "All right, my lad!" he said. "I've no doubt you and Queenie'll suit each other excellently. But you've settled your chances of winning that election, Brent! Simon Crood'll bring up every bit of his heavy artillery against you, now and will smash you!"
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