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You are right when you say that it was you who first directed my attention towards Sir Timothy Brast. Since that time, however, your own relations with him, to an onlooker, have become a little puzzling." "I see," Francis murmured. "You've been spying on me?" Shopland shook his head in deprecating fashion.
There is an impression abroad that I was interested in the two young men, Victor Bidlake and Fairfax, and that I knew something of their quarrel. You were an intimate friend of young Bidlake's and presumably in his confidence. It occurs to me, therefore, that Mr. Shopland might very well have visited you in search of information, linking me up with that unfortunate affair.
I have only one method of dealing with uninvited ones." The two men suddenly stepped forward. Shopland made no protest, attempted no struggle. They lifted him off his feet as though he were a baby, and a moment later there was a splash in the water. They threw a life-belt after him. "Always humane, you see," Sir Timothy remarked, as he leaned over the side. "Ah!
Sir Timothy smiled. "Ah!" he said. "You know the young lady, without a doubt. Mr. Shopland, your coadjutor in various works of philanthropy, you recognise, of course? I do not mind confessing to you, Ledsam, that I am very much afraid of Mr. Shopland. I am not at all sure that he has not a warrant for my arrest in his pocket." The detective came a little further into the light.
Francis, after a pleasant lunch at Ranelagh, and having arranged with Margaret to dine with her in Curzon Street, spent an hour or two that afternoon at his chambers. As he was leaving, just before five, he came face to face with Shopland descending from a taxi. "Are you busy, Mr. Ledsam?" the latter enquired. "Can you spare me half-an-hour?" "An hour, if you like," Francis assented.
I have no right to connect your father with that, but Shopland, the Scotland Yard detective, who has charge of the case, seems to believe that the young man was brought into this neighbourhood, and some other indirect evidence which came into my hands does seem to point towards your father being concerned in the matter. I appealed to him at once but he only laughed at me.
I have read with much interest the stories in the Spectator of the sagacity of animals. The following, I think, is worth recording: The chief-engineer of the Midland and South-Western Junction Railway, Mr. J. R. Shopland, C.E., has a spaniel that frequently accompanies him or his sons to their office. On Saturday last this dog went to Marlborough from Swindon by train with one of Mr.
I have been doing a little fishing, and keeping my eye on that wonderful estate of Sir Timothy's." Francis was interested. "Shopland," he said, "I believe that our intelligences, such as they are, are akin." "What do you suspect Sir Timothy of?" the detective asked bluntly. "I suspect him of nothing," Francis replied.
You have been his guest at The Sanctuary, and there is a rumour, sir you will pardon me if I seem to be taking a liberty that you are engaged to be married to his daughter, Oliver Hilditch's widow." "You seem to be tolerably well informed as to my affairs, Shopland," Francis remarked. "Only so far as regards your associations with Sir Timothy," was the deprecating reply.
What there is to be done falls to my lot." "Had the police anything to say about it?" Wilmore asked. "Only a few words," Francis replied. "Shopland has it in hand. A good man but unimaginative. I've come across him in one or two cases lately.
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