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He was called Peter Judson; and was the great-grandson of my grandfather, Joseph Judson, who inhabited this very house, sir, more than a hundred years ago. Let me see: Peter Judson must have been about five-and-twenty years of age when he left Ullerton; so he is a middle-aged man by this time if he hasn't killed himself, or if the climate hasn't killed him long ago.
"Whatever you do, keep your eye upon the Captain," said George Sheldon, in one of many interviews, all bearing upon the Haygarth succession. "If there is any underhand work going on between him and Philip, you must be uncommonly slow of perception if you can't ferret it out. He pretended he saw you leave town the day you went to Ullerton, but I am half inclined to believe that was only a trap."
After a close perusal of bewildering strings of proper names and dazzling columns of figures, I found a place called Black Harbour, "for Wisborough, Spotswold, and Chilton." A train left Ullerton for Black Harbour at six o'clock in the afternoon, and was due at the latter place at 8.40. This gave me an interval of some hours, in which I could do nothing, unless I received a telegram from Sheldon.
I think I shall take to the work well enough when once I get my hand in; but I shall be very glad of any hint you can give me at starting." "Well, my advice is this: begin at the beginning; go down to Ullerton; see my oldest inhabitant.
This is how it came about that the ostler attached to the Ullerton Arms found himself driving to Symford in the middle of the night. He could not recollect ever having done such a thing before, and the memory of it would be quite unlikely to do anything but remain fixed in his mind till his dying day. Fritzing was a curiously conspicuous fugitive.
In that respect at least I had some advantage over both. October 13th. This morning's post brought me a brief scrawl from Sheldon. "Come back to town directly. I have found the registry of Matthew Haygarth's marriage." And so I turn my back on Ullerton; with what rejoicing of spirit it is not in language to express.
In the latter case you'll have to put all your adventures at Ullerton and Huxter's Cross into an affidavit, and Miss H. must know everything." "Yes; and then she will think ah, no; I do not believe she can misunderstand me, come what may." "All doubt and difficulty might be avoided if you would manage a marriage on the quiet off-hand," said George.
I should like to know what he could call to mind, piteous old meanderer! "And yet you belong to Ullerton, I suppose?" "Yes; and have belonged to it these seventy-five years, man and boy;" whereby, no doubt, the dreary confusion of the unhappy being's mind. Qui-que-ce-soit, fifty-five years or so of commercial breakfasts and dinners in such a place as Ullerton!
He gave me an Ullerton directory in confirmation of that fact a neat little shilling volume, which I begged leave to keep for a quarter of an hour before returning it. Brice was evidently a failure. I turned to the letter G, and looked up the name of Goodge. Goodge, Jonah, minister of Beulah Chapel, resided at No. 7, Waterhouse-lane the lane in which I had seen the chapel.
Thank my father for the Bill, and tell him I pass my time in good companie, and neether drink nor play; and will come to Ullerton to pay him my respeckts when he pleses to bid me. Butt I hav no desire to leeve London, as I am gladd to be neare C." Who was C., whom Matthew visited at Highgate, and who was nearly as tall as Ruth Judson?
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