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Without further ceremony he stumped out into the street, with me at his heels, to be followed a few minutes later by Mr. Portlethorpe. And thereupon began a warm altercation between them which continued until all three of us were stowed away in a quiet corner of the smoking-room in the hotel at which it had been arranged Mr.
So that we might have it to ourselves, we had returned from Newcastle to Berwick in a first-class compartment, and in its privacy Mr. Lindsey had told Mr. Portlethorpe the whole of the Smeaton story. Mr.
He laid on the table a torn scrap of paper, over which all three of us at once bent. There was no more on it than the terminations of lines but the wording was certainly suggestive: ".... at once, quietly .... best time would be before lunch .... at Kelso .... usual place in Glasgow." Mr. Portlethorpe started at sight of the handwriting. "That's Sir Gilbert's!" he exclaimed. "No doubt of that.
Portlethorpe bent forward a little, his hands on his knees, and gave Mr. Lindsey a sort of quizzical but earnest glance. "Now, why do you ask that last question?" he said quietly. "You've some object?" "It's like this," answered Mr. Lindsey. "Here's a man comes into these parts to take up a title and estates, who certainly had been out of them for thirty years.
"Then, if he's been selling to that extent, Sir Gilbert must have large sums of money at command unless he's bought that new estate you're talking of," said Mr. Lindsey. "He has not bought anything that I know of," answered Mr. Portlethorpe. "And he must have a considerable a very large sum of money at his bankers'. All of which," he continued, looking keenly at Mr.
It was the first symptom of astonishment that he had manifested, and I glanced quickly at him and saw a look of indescribable intelligence and almost undeniable cunning cross his face. But it went as swiftly as it came, and he merely nodded, as if in surprise. "Aye!" he exclaimed. "Quick work, Portlethorpe." "Oh, he gave good reasons!" answered Mr. Portlethorpe.
What does it all amount to!" Mr. Portlethorpe, whose face had become very dismal at the sight of Mrs. Ralston, turned, as if seeking help, to Mr. Lindsey. He was obviously taken aback by Mrs. Ralston's questions, and a little afraid of her; but Mr. Lindsey was never afraid of anybody, and he at once turned on his visitor. "Before we answer your questions, Mrs.
Although I was only seven or eight when my brother Gilbert left home, I was then a very sharp child, and I remember that he knew every mile of the country round Hathercleugh. But this man doesn't." Mr. Portlethorpe muttered something about it being very possible for a man to forget a tremendous lot in thirty years, but Mrs. Ralston and Mr.
Lindsey struggled much with anything he was cool and phlegmatic as usual, and immediately began to think of practical measures. "Look here, Portlethorpe," he said, as soon as we were in the motor car which we had chartered from Newcastle station, "we've got to get going in this matter at once straight away! We must be in Edinburgh as early as possible in the morning.
"Aye; and it's a fortunate thing and shows how one thing leads to another that Gilverthwaite did go to Mr. Ridley!" explained Mr. Lindsey. "It set Mr. Ridley on a track, and he's been following it up, and to cut matters short he's found particulars of the marriage of Michael Carstairs, who was said to have died unmarried. And I wish Portlethorpe hadn't gone home to Newcastle before Mr.
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