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Within a week after the operation, Buddle began to talk so confidently about his patient, that the funereal cloud that overhung Brandon had almost totally disappeared, and Major Jackson had quite unpacked his portmanteau. About a week after the 'accident' there came one of Mr. Mark Wylder's strange letters to Mr. Jos. Larkin. This time it was from Marseilles, and bore date the 27th November.
The attorney withdrew the little private enclosure, and slipt it, with a brief endorsement, into the neat sheaf of Wylder's letters, all similarly noted, and so locked it up in the iron safe.
Go back again go in and lock your door we'll not go to him you need not, you know. He may stay where he is let him I'll not return. I say, I'll see him no more. I'll get away. I'll consult Larkin shall I? Though that won't do he's in Wylder's interest curse him. What had I best do? I'm not equal to it. 'We must go, Stanley. You said right just now; be resolute we are both ruined unless we go.
The princess by this time was seated on the ottoman, and chose to read a letter, thus intimating, I suppose, that my audience was at an end; so I took up a book, put it down, and then went and looked over Wylder's shoulder, and made my criticisms not very novel, I fear upon the pages he turned over; and I am sorry to say I don't think he heard much of what I was saying, for he suddenly came out with
He unlocked the iron safe, and took out the sheaf of Wylder's letters, and conned the last one over very carefully. 'Why, said he, holding the text before his eyes in one hand and with the fingers of the other touching the top of his bald forehead, 'Tom Wealdon is not once mentioned in this, nor in any of them; and this palpably refers to some direction. And 150l.? no such sum has been mentioned.
That he mentioned this lest misapprehension should arise, but not as attaching any importance to the supposed discovery which seemed to imply Mr. Mark Wylder's death. That gentleman, on the contrary, he had seen alive and well at Shillingsworth on the night previous; and he had been seen in conference with Captain Lake at a subsequent hour, at Brandon.
Wylder's crotchets were chiefly 'mare's nests. We had read the draft of the settlement, preparatory to its being sent to senior counsel to be approved. Wylder's attorney had done his devoir, and Mr.
The wildest of all Lark's questions refers to Wylder's place of abode, which Sir J. was never wild enough to think of asking after, and does not know; and so little was he acquainted with the gentleman, that he forgot he was an evangelist doing good under the style and title of Mark. Here was an astounding fact.
After dinner he got into a cab, and drove to Mark Wylder's club. Was he there? No. Had he been there to-day? No. Or within the last week? No; not for two months. He had left his address, and was in the country. The address to which his letters were forwarded was 'The Brandon Arms, Gylingden.
It was with a sure prescience that Mark Wylder's letter had inferred that Stanley Lake would aspire to the representation either of the county or of the borough of Dollington. His mind was already full of these projects.
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