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"Therefore, to oblige Mr. Turold we decided to afford hospitality to his brother and son. The terms were favourable, and they were gentlefolk. These things counted, and the money helped. But if I had only known if I could have foreseen ..." "Mr. Turold's death?" said Mr. Brimsdown, filling in the pause. "I mean everything," she retorted a little wildly. "My name is well known.
Some men might have welcomed such a solution of an ugly family scandal, but not Robert Turold, with his fierce pride for the honour of the title which he had sought to gain. "Is your nephew's belief in Miss Turold's innocence based on anything stronger than assertion? Does he suspect any one else?" "He did not say so. He was very excited, and talked on and on, without listening to me in the least.
And afterwards you had better call at Mr. Austin Turold's lodgings and tell him and his son. Hurry away with you, my man. Don't lose a moment!" Thalassa hastened along the passage as though glad to get away. His heavy boots clattered down the staircase and along the empty hall. Then the front door banged with a crash.
He sat now, with a kind of sombre thoughtfulness, listening to Mr. Brimsdown's account of his first meeting with his dead client. That story carried with it a suggestion of adventure and mystery, but it was difficult to say whether those elements had anything to do with Robert Turold's death, thirty years later.
A moment later I heard the murmur of voices in Robert Turold's room upstairs. "I went nearer to try and find out what had happened, but it was no use. I could see a gleam of light in the study window, and could hear Robert Turold's voice mingled with feminine tones, then silence, followed once more by the sound of an opening door.
The facts were there, but they were inexplicable, or at least they stared at him with the aspect of many faces. As he weighed these doubts he found his thoughts reverting with increasing frequency to the hood clock in Robert Turold's study and the question of its connection with the crime.
Brimsdown had prepared the claim for the termination of abeyance which was to be heard by the House of Lords. Mr. Brimsdown was also aware of the summoning of the other members of the family to Cornwall to impart the news to them. A very natural and proper proceeding on Robert Turold's part, he had deemed it.
He recognized her as the woman who had stared after him when he left Austin Turold's lodgings, but he could not conjecture the object of her visit. "I see you do not remember me," she sadly remarked. "You are Mrs. Brierly, I think." "Yes. But I was Mary Pleasington before I was married. I remember you very well, but I suppose that I have changed." Mr.
Then he returned home, consumed by anxiety, no doubt, to wait for my reappearance. As the months slipped past and I did not appear, hope revived within him. It appears that he had heard the passenger say that I was a wreck a physical wreck. That must have been a cheering item in a bad piece of news. I can imagine its growing importance in Turold's mind as the time went on and I made no sign.
It seemed to provide the key of the greater problem of Charles Turold's actions on that night. He had endeavoured to shield Sisily by altering the hands of the clock. The rest, for the present, must remain mere conjecture. One more question he essayed "Can you tell me where Miss Turold is to be found?" "I know, but I am not going to tell you." Barrant's eye rested on Charles.
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