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"Here is where I am given a chance of escape from making a lifelong enemy of your future mother-in-law." She crossed to the telephone as she spoke, and got Mrs. Hewitt's number. "This is Phyllis Harrington," Joy heard her say. "I called up to say that I am yielding in our struggle for Joy's person. Allan and I have to go away this afternoon.
But can you find him?" "That I can't promise, of course. But you know who I am now, and what I'm here for. If you like to give me the information I want, I'll go into the case for you, and, of course, I shan't charge any fee. I may have luck, you know, but I can't promise, of course." The landlord looked in Hewitt's face for a moment. Then he said: "Done! It's a deal."
Augustine's, and he replied by an offer to tell me anything I cared to ask if I would call at the hospital. I set out accordingly some little time after a breakfast even later than ordinary, and called in at Hewitt's office on my way downstairs, to say that I should not be lunching at our usual place that day. "No," Hewitt answered, "nor shall I, I expect. I'm off to the City, at once.
Also he read the daily papers with much care and eagerness. It was plain that Miss Peytral had no idea of any cause which might have led to a quarrel between Bowmore and her father, and Hewitt's most cunning questions failed to elicit the smallest suggestion of reason for such an occurrence. Ten days or so ago, Mr.
If I were you, I think I should apologize to Mr. Woollett in some way." Lord Stanway, who, in the hour or two of reflection left him after parting with Hewitt, had come to the belief that he had employed a man whose mind was not always in order, received Hewitt's story with natural astonishment.
For the first having been handed in at a country office not very long before eight the previous evening, it was not delivered at Hewitt's office till the morning, in accordance with the ancient manners and customs observed in the telegraphic system of this country.
But nothing more was heard of the accomplices till another case of Martin Hewitt's brought the news, and that in a manner strange enough. The matter began, as so many matters of Hewitt's did, with the receipt of a telegram, followed immediately by another.
In this they followed their usual course in cases where the evidence withheld could give the jury no help in arriving at their verdict, and at the same time might easily hamper further investigations if revealed. For the theft had been frustrated by Martin Hewitt's exertions, as we have seen, and in any case the thief was now dead and beyond the reach of human punishment.
Hewitt's guests faded. She felt as Gail had made her feel before foolishly good and ridiculously young and altogether unsuccessful in life. For a moment the mood held her in a very crushed state of mind: then she caught Clarence's eyes fixed upon her with a look of amused admiration. It spurred her. "I've been doing my duty by my future lord and master," she said lightly.
"Well, they did!" she announced, looking at him radiantly, and pausing a little so he would have time to realize it. John Hewitt's patients had always told him that just his coming in made them better, and he had simply accepted the faculty as useful in his work. But he had never thought that his personality could affect a perfectly well person.
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