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But first perhaps you can tell me something about your assistants something it might be awkward to tell me in their presence, you know. Mr. Worsfold, for instance?" "He is my draughtsman a very excellent and intelligent man, a very smart man, indeed, and, I feel sure, quite beyond suspicion. But, of course, the temptation in this case would be enormous. Still, I can not suspect Worsfold.
There were Lady Ruth Worsfold and Mrs. Clutsam; they are both cousins of Lord Ashiel's, and he lends them little houses that belong to him near here, but they were staying at the castle for a week or two. Then there was Miss Julia Romaninov. She is half a Russian, and Lord Ashiel's sister, who is away just now, had invited her. An American girl, Miss Tarver, a great heiress, was there too.
I suppose you couldn't get here before. Do you know all that has happened?" "I know that Lord Ashiel is dead," said the detective. "Hardly more than that. Will you tell me all there is to tell before we go up to the castle?" "I have left the castle, and am staying with Lady Ruth Worsfold, whose house you can just see through the trees," she said.
Her place as hostess had been taken by Lady Ruth Worsfold, a distant cousin of the McConachans, who lived in a little house a mile down the loch, which was given her rent free by Lord Ashiel. Another cousin of his, Mrs.
It was not, however, until some time after Lady Ruth Worsfold had asked her to stay with her for the present, and she had removed herself and her belongings to the cottage, that she realized how impossible it was for her to make good her position as Lord Ashlers daughter and heir.
She even went so far as to defend her to old Lady Ruth Worsfold, who had lamented one morning when David and his fiancee had gone out shooting together for Miss Tarver, though not a good shot, was fond of ferreting rabbits that the lad should be throwing himself away on this young lady from a provincial American town. "I forget which, my dear, but it's something to do with chickens, I believe."
"I'll be silent as the grave," she cried. "As the grave," she repeated more soberly, and turned away, reproaching herself silently, since in her anxiety for David her sorrow for her father had been a moment forgotten. When Gimblet came down again, clean and refreshed, he found no one but his hostess, Lady Ruth Worsfold.
Worsfold suggested that it would be more satisfactory if they did not leave till something was done toward clearing the mystery up, and, although, as I have said, I don't suspect either in the least, I acquiesced." "Just so. Now I am assuming that you wish me to undertake the recovery of these drawings?" The engineer nodded hastily. "Very good; I will go round to your office.
When I said I never left my office, I did not mean that I never stirred out of the inner office. Indeed, Worsfold was at the door of the outer office most of the short time. He came to ask me a question." "Well," Hewitt replied, "it all comes to the simple first statement.
Now, as they were in your inner office, the only people who could have got at them besides yourself were your assistants, so that it was pretty clear that one of them, at least, had something to do with the business. You told me that Worsfold was an excellent and intelligent draughtsman.
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