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Barker, do you know anything of a person named Briggs John Briggs, the apothecary's son, at Whitbury?" She laughed a harsh bitter laugh. "Know he? yes, and too much reason. That was where it all begun, along of that play-going of he's and my master's." "Have you seen him lately?" asked Campbell, eagerly. "I seen 'un?
In due time she went home to England home, but not to Aberalva. She presented herself one day at Mark Armsworth's house in Whitbury, and begged him to obtain her a place as servant to old Dr. Thurnall. And by the help of Mark, and Mary, Grace Harvey took up her abode in the old man's house; and ere a month was past she was to him a daughter.
"Oh, sharp, but short," said Tom, who disliked any subject which brought Grace to his mind. "Any on my lord's estate with the queer name?" "Not a case. We stopped the devil out there, thanks to his lordship." "So did we here. We were very near in for it, though, I fancy. At least, I chose to fancy so thought it a good opportunity to clean Whitbury once for all." "It's just like you. Well?"
And he bowed himself out, the same sturdy, self-confident Tom, doing right, he hardly knew why, save that it was all in the way of business. And now arose the puzzle, what to do with Elsley? He had set his heart on going down to Whitbury the next day.
She had written at once to Tom at Whitbury, telling him that his belt and money were safe, but had received no answer; and now she went to Whitbury herself, only to arrive a week after Tom had gone.
And Tom hurried into his rooms, and found Elsley still sleeping. He set to work, packing and arranging, for with him every moment found its business: and presently heard his patient call faintly from the next room. "Thurnall!" said he; "I have been a long journey. I have been to Whitbury once more, and followed my father about his garden, and sat upon my mother's knee.
Can he have gone home to his native town?" "Never! Anywhere but there." "Is there any old friend of the lower class with whom he may have taken lodgings?" Tom pondered. "There was a fellow, a noisy blackguard, whom Briggs was asking after this very summer a fellow who went off from Whitbury with some players. I know Briggs used to go to the theatre with him as a boy what was his name?
I could do no less," ran on the banker, seeing that Elsley was preparing a peevish answer, "considering the honour that, I hear, you have been to your native town. A very distinguished person, our friend Tom tells me; and we ought to be proud of you, and behave to you as you deserve, for I am sure we don't send too many clever fellows out of Whitbury."
"This is a case for me, Major Campbell. I think you had better go now." "You will not leave him?" "No, sir. It is a very curious psychological study, and he is a Whitbury man." Campbell knew quite enough of the would-be cynical doctor, to understand what all that meant. He came up to Elsley. "Mr. Vavasour, I am going to the war, from which I expect never to return.
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