Henry Dunbar: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Henry Dunbar: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Fiction
"I understood the hint, and accordingly took my travelling-desk to a
side-table near the fireplace. Mr. Carter handed me one of the
wax-candles, and I sat down before the little table, unlocked my desk,
and began to write a few lines to my mother; while the detective
smacked his lips and knowingly deliberated over his first glass of
port.
"'Very decent quality of wine,' he said, 'very decent. Do you know
where your master got it, eh? No, you don't. Ah! bottled it himself, I
suppose. I thought he might have got it at the Warren-Court sale the
other day, at the other end of the county. Fill a glass for yourself,
waiter, and put the decanter down by the fender; the wine's rather
cold. By the bye, I heard your wines very well spoken of the other day,
by a person of some importance, too—of considerable importance, I may
say.'
"'Indeed, sir,' murmured the waiter, who was standing at a respectful
distance from the table, and was sipping his wine with deferential
slowness.
"'Yes; I heard your house spoken of by no less a person than Mr.
Dunbar, the great banker.'
"The waiter pricked up his ears. I pushed aside the letter to my
mother, and waited with a blank sheet of paper before me.
"'That was a strange affair, by the bye,' said Mr. Carter. 'Fill
yourself another glass of wine, waiter; my friend here doesn't drink
port; and if you don't help me to put away that bottle, I shall take
too much. Were you examined at the inquest on Joseph Wilmot?'
"No, sir,' answered the waiter, eagerly. 'I were not, sir; and they do
say as we ought every one of us to have been examined; for you see
there's little facks as one person will notice and as another won't
notice, and it isn't a man's place to come forward with every little
trivial thing, you see, sir; but if little trivial things was drawn out
of one and another, they might help, you see, sir.'
"There could be no end gained by taking notes of this reply, so I
amused myself by making a good nib to my pen while I waited for
something better worth jotting down.
"'Some of your people were examined, I suppose?' said Mr. Carter.
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