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"Brought in here about two in the afternoon and died just before midnight soon after Miss Chatfield came in from the theatre. Went very suddenly at the end." "Were you present?" asked Copplestone. "I wasn't. Nobody was with him but Mr. Chatfield Miss Chatfield was getting her supper down here," replied Mrs. Salmon. "And I was busy elsewhere." "Was there an inquest then, inquired Gilling?"
"A week ago." "A week ago!" exclaimed Copplestone. "That is, before last Sunday before the Bassett Oliver episode. Then the offer to sell is quite independent of that affair!" "Strange and significant!" muttered Gilling. He rose from his chair and looked at his watch. "Well," he went on, "I am going off to London. Will you give me leave, Mrs.
"He's not dead!" he exclaimed. "Only unconscious from a crack on his skull. Gilling! where's that brandy you brought? hand me the flask." Zachary Spurge watched in silence as Vickers and Gilling busied themselves in reviving the stricken man. Then he quickly pulled Copplestone's sleeve and motioned him away from the group. "Guv'nor!" he muttered.
The haul was a huge one, for several of the diamond ornaments which had been taken from the Chameleon's safe were of great value. The old lady was passionately fond of jewellery, and spent huge sums with Mr. Gilling.
Now, your noble generosity will enable me to donate what they owe on my salary, and get the window too!" "Take my advice," said Harry, "donate nothing. Say nothing about this gift; I will take care of the warden, and I can answer for the dean." "Yes," said the dean, "on the whole, Gilling, you would better say nothing, I think; Mr.
Now I wonder if you could tell me where Miss Adela Chatfield, of the Mrs. Swayne's Necklace Company stopped when she was last here? that's a year ago or about it. Prickett," he went on, turning to Gilling, "puts all this sort of thing down, methodically, so that he can send callers on, or send up urgent letters or parcels during the day isn't that it, Prickett?"
"Pleased to meet any friend of my friend! And what will you take, dear boys, and how are things with you, Gilling, old man now who on earth would have thought of seeing you here?" Copplestone held his peace while Gilling and Mr. Montmorency held interesting converse.
"It strikes me that our recent alarms and excursions will have been as nothing to what awaits us at Norcaster." What did await them on a cold, dismal morning at Norcaster was Gilling, stamping up and down a windswept platform. And Gilling seized on Copplestone almost before he could alight from the train. "Come to the 'Angel' straight off!" he said. "Mrs. Greyle's there awaiting her daughter.
It had been with manifest reluctance that she had given him her promise to do so: her entire behaviour during the conference with Mr. Dennie and Gilling had convinced him that she had an inherent distaste for publicity and an instinctive repugnance to calling in the aid of strangers.
But my impression was that he had already reached a very, very serious stage." "You think he was then likely to die suddenly?" suggested Gilling. "It was quite possible. I should not have been surprised to hear of his death," answered Dr. Tretheway. "He was, in short, very ill indeed." "You never heard anything?" inquired Gilling. "Nothing at all though I often wondered.
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