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His errands took Martin the best part of an hour, and he returned with two notes, one for Mrs. Assheton, the other for Morris. He had been also to the flat and inquired, but there was no news of the missing man. Morris opened his note, which was from Mr. Taynton. "Dear Morris,
Violence was clearly his mode of life: the motor had to go sixty miles an hour; he might be one of those who bathed in the Serpentine in mid-winter; he would clearly dance all night, and ride all day, and go on till he dropped in the pursuit of what he cared for. Mr. Taynton, looking at him as he stood smiling there, in his splendid health and vigour felt all this.
"I had a curiously vivid dream last night about that corner, and you suddenly appeared in my dream quite unexpectedly, as you did just now." "And what was this dream?" asked Mr. Taynton, turning up his coat collar, for the wind of their movement blew rather shrilly on to his neck.
But how deadly a weapon Mills had in store against himself; he would certainly tell Morris that if one partner had slandered him the other, whom he so trusted and revered, had robbed him; he would say, too, that Taynton had been cognizant of, and had approved, his slanders. There was no end to the ruin that would certainly be brought about his head if they met.
"The matter shall be gone into," he said. Mr. Taynton went straight from here to his office, and for a couple of hours devoted himself to the business of his firm, giving it his whole attention and working perhaps with more speed than it was usually his to command.
Do you remember my asking her if I might come to see them, and she said she and her mother would be out all day?" "Yes; I remember perfectly," said Mr. Taynton. "Well, yesterday afternoon I was motoring by the park, and I saw Madge sitting on the lawn. I stopped the motor and watched.
They read the short paragraph together, and then looked at each other with mute horror in their eyes. The inquest was held at Falmer on the Monday following, when the body was formally identified by Mr. Taynton and Mills's servant, and they both had to give evidence as regards what they knew of the movements of the deceased. This, as a matter of fact, Mr.
Taynton gave a sudden start, as if the significance of this had only this moment dawned on him, as if he had not understood the first statement. Then he seemed to collect himself. "You can hardly do that," he said, "as I hold letters of yours which imply such knowledge." Mills smiled rather evilly. "Ah, it is not worth while bluffing," he said. "I have never written such a letter to you.
"Is it among these?" he asked. Mr. Taynton turned them over. "No," he said, "it was it was a large, yes, a large blue paper, official looking." "No such thing in the flat, sir," said the second man. "Very annoying," said the lawyer. An idea seemed slowly to strike Mr. Figgis. "He may have taken it to London with him," he said. "But will you not look round?" Mr. Taynton did so.
Taynton, though he walked somewhat more briskly than his wont, was conscious of no genial heat that produced perspiration, and the natural reaction and cooling of the skin. Some internal excitement and fever of the brain cut off all external things; the loneliness, the want of correspondence that fever brings between external and internal conditions, was on him.
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