Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2Payn, James
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Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2
Payn, James
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"Look here, men," quoth my tutor, "it is no use quarrelling about
precedence. You are both in the same service, and owe the same duty to
your master. I know what has happened in a general way, and require no
long story from either of you. But you have doubtless each of you some
information concerning this matter peculiar to your own positions, and I
will ask you to communicate it in time. Twelve hours have not elapsed
since your master's disappearance, a very short time surely to set it
down so decidedly to some fatal accident."
"He was as regular in his rounds as clockwork," interposed the old
keeper, shaking his head; "he would never have left the Home Spinney
unvisited last night, if life had been in him."
"And if he had meant to leave Fairburn of his own head," added the
butler, "he would have come back for his brandy before he started; for
all his hearty look, Sir Massingberd could not get on long without that;
and he would not have taken Grimjaw out with him neither."
"Oh, the dog was with him, was it?" said my tutor, musing.
"It was not in the house, sir," replied Gilmore, "after Sir Massingberd
had left. I went to make the fire in his sitting-room, and I noticed
that the creature was neither on the hearthrug, nor under the sofa, as
is usually the case. I don't know when I have known the dog go out with
him o' nights before. When I went to open the front door as usual this
morning, there was Grimjaw, nigh frozen to death."
"Your master had made no sort of preparation, so far as you know, for
his own departure anywhere?"
"None whatever. I set out his cigars for him, and I noticed that he had
only put two in his case, a sure sign that he meant to return soon. He
had no greatcoat, although it was bitter cold."
"Was he armed in any way?"
"No, sir; that is to say, he had his life-preserver, of course, but no
gun or pistol."
"Had he any sum of money, or valuables of any kind about him, Gilmore?"
"I don't think that is at all likely," replied the butler, grinning. "We
haven't seen money at the Hall this many a day. As for valuables, Sir
Massingberd had his big gold chain on, with a silver watch at the end of
it, borrowed from me years ago, and my property."
It was remarkable how this ordinarily cautious and discreet person was
changed in manner, as though he was well assured that he would never
more have a master over him. Both Mr. Long and myself observed this.
"What time was your master usually accustomed to return home from his
rounds in the preserves?"
"I did not sit up for him in general," returned Gilmore; "but when I
have chanced to be awake, and to hear him come in, it was never later
than three o'clock. His ordinary time was about half-past twelve, but it
depended on what time he started. He left the Hall last night at about
ten, and should, therefore, have returned a little after midnight. I
never set eyes on him since nine o'clock, when he was in his own
sitting-room reading."
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