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He spent a considerable part of the year in those districts, and Wilchester was one of his principal headquarters: Stoner had many a dozen letters of Myler's, which Myler had written to him from Wilchester. And only a year before all this, Myler had brought home a bride in the person of a Wilchester girl, the daughter of a Wilchester tradesman.
He had at once hit on a fact which those Wilchester folk of thirty years ago had never suspected. It had been said at the time that the two offenders had lost the building society's money in gambling and speculation, and there had been grounds for such a belief. But that was not so.
"But not beyond redemption," said Green quickly, "if anyone takes the trouble." She shrugged her shoulders. "There are not many people who have time to waste over them. In any case, the responsibility lies at Lord Wilchester's door not ours." "And as Lord Wilchester happens to be a rotter, they must go to the wall," remarked Green. "Well, it is no business of ours," maintained Mrs. Fielding.
"Because the old gentleman was an ex-detective, who was present when you and Cotherstone, under your proper names of Mallows and Chidforth, were tried for fraud at Wilchester Assizes, thirty years ago, and sentenced to two years! That's why, Mr. Mallalieu. The old chap knew it, and he let you know that he knew it, and you killed him to silence him.
They hit below the belt every time." "That's just it," Juliet said. "Dick is trying to teach them to be sportsmen." "Oh, Dick!" said the squire. "He'd reform the world if he could. But he's wasting his time. They won't be satisfied till they've had their fling. Lord Wilchester is a wise man to keep out of the way till it's over."
"I don't advise Lord Wilchester or any of his people to come down here till something has been done to settle them." Saltash laughed. "Oh, Muff won't come near. You needn't be afraid of that. He's deer-stalking in the Highlands. He's a great believer in leaving things to settle themselves." "Is he?" said Dick grimly. "Well, they may do that in a fashion he won't care for before he's much older."
Each had lived in Wilchester since childhood; each had continued his education at night schools and institute classes after the usual elementary school days were over; each was credited with an ambitious desire to rise in the world.
This was the question which Stoner put to himself when he sat down that night in his parlour to seriously consider if he had any chance of winning that five hundred pounds reward. He looked at the figures again more carefully. The truth was that until that evening he had never given much attention to those figures: it was the word Wilchester that had fascinated him.
There's talk of sending a deputation to Lord Wilchester or failing him Ivor Yardley, the K.C. chap who is in with him in this show." "Yardley!" Dick uttered the name sharply. "Yes, ever met him? He took over a directorship when he got engaged to Lord Wilchester's sister Lady Joanna Farringmore. They're rather pinning their hopes on him, it seems. Do you know him at all?"
Lord Wilchester owns the High Shale Mines. I have never met any of them." He spoke without enthusiasm. "And never want to?" she suggested. "I quite understand. I am very tired of them myself just now most especially of Lady Joanna. But perhaps it is rather bad taste to say so, as I have been brought up as her companion from childhood." "And now you have left her?" he said. "Yes I have left her.
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