Mr. Pomeroy waited with impatience until Mr. Thomasson lowered his

glass. Then, 'Let us have the story,' he said. 'A guinea to a China

orange the fool is tricking us.' The tutor shook his head, and turned to Lord Almeric. 'You know Sir

George Soane,' he said. 'Well, my lord, she is his cousin.' 'Oh, tally, tally!' my lord cried. 'You--you are romancing, Tommy!' 'And under the will of Sir George's grandfather she takes fifty thousand

pounds, if she make good her claim within a certain time from to-day.' 'Oh, I say, you are romancing!' my lord repeated, more feebly. 'You

know, you really should not! It is too uncommon absurd, Tommy.' 'It's true!' said Mr. Thomasson.

'What? That this porter's wench at Pembroke has fifty thousand pounds?'

cried Mr. Pomeroy. 'She is the porter's wench, isn't she?' he continued.

Something had sobered him. His eyes shone, and the veins stood out on

his forehead. But his manner was concise and harsh, and to the point.

Mr. Thomasson. glanced at him stealthily, as one gamester scrutinises

another over the cards. 'She is Masterson, the porter's,

foster-child,' he said.

'But is it certain that she has the money?' the other cried rudely. 'Is

it true, man? How do you know? Is it public property?' 'No,' Mr. Thomasson answered, 'it is not public property. But it is

certain and it is true!' Then, after a moment's hesitation, 'I saw some

papers--by accident,' he said, his eyes on the gallery.

'Oh, d--n your accident!' Mr. Pomeroy cried brutally. 'You are very fine

to-night. You were not used to be a Methodist! Hang it, man, we know

you,' he continued violently, 'and this is not all! This does not bring

you and the girl tramping the country, knocking at doors at midnight

with Cock-lane stories of chaises and abductions. Come to it, man, or--' 'Oh, I say,' Lord Almeric protested weakly. 'Tommy is an honest man in

his way, and you are too stiff with him.' 'D--n him! my lord; let him come to the point then,' Mr. Pomeroy

retorted savagely. 'Is she in the way to get the money?' 'She is,' said the tutor sullenly.

'Then what brings her here--with you, of all people?' 'I will tell you if you will give me time, Mr. Pomeroy,' the tutor said

plaintively. And he proceeded to describe in some detail all that had

happened, from the fons et origo mali--Mr. Dunborough's passion for

the girl--to the stay at the Castle Inn, the abduction at Manton Corner,

the strange night journey in the chaise, and the stranger release.




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