The Doctor's Wife: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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The Doctor's Wife: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Adultery -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Middle class -- Fiction; Physicians' spouses -- Fiction
one; but I thought no more about it, until three weeks afterwards, when
I went into the Temple-Bar Office of the United Joint-Stock again to
complete my Continental arrangements, and was told that the cheque for
eighty-seven pounds ten, more or less, which had been cashed in my
presence, was a forgery; one of a series of most audacious frauds,
perpetrated by a gang whose plans had only just come to light, and none
of whom had yet been arrested. 'They've managed to keep themselves dark
in the most extraordinary manner,' the clerk told me; 'the cheques are
supposed to have been all fabricated by one man, but three or four men
have been employed to get hold of the original signatures of our
customers, which they have obtained by a complicated system. No two
cheques have been presented by the same person,--that's the point that
has beaten the detectives; they don't know what sort of men to look
for.' 'Don't they?' said I; 'then I think I can assist them in the
matter.' Whereupon I told my little story of the black-whiskered
gentleman."
Mr. Lansdell paused to take breath, and stole a glance at Isabel. She
was pale always,--but she was very pale now, and was watching him with
an eager breathless expression.
"Silly romantic little thing," he thought, "to be so intensely absorbed
in my story."
"You're getting interesting, Roland," said Lady Gwendoline. "Pray, go
on."
"The upshot of the matter was, that at eight o'clock that evening a
grave little gentleman in a pepper-and-salt waistcoat came to me at
Mivart's, and cross-questioned me closely as to what I knew of the man
who had cashed the cheque. 'You think you could recognize this man with
the black whiskers?' he said. 'Yes; most decidedly I could.' 'And you'll
swear to him, if necessary?' 'With pleasure.' On this the detective
departed, and came to me the next day, to tell me that he fancied he was
on the track of the man he wanted, but he was at a loss for means of
identification. He knew, or thought that he knew, who the man was; but
he didn't know the man himself from Adam. The gang had taken fright, and
it was believed that they had all started for Liverpool, with the
intention of getting off to America by a vessel that was expected to
sail at eight o'clock the following morning. The detective had only just
got his information, and he came to me for help. The result of the
business was, that I put on my great-coat, sent for a cab, and started
for Euston Square with my friend the detective, with a view to
identifying the black-whiskered gentleman. It was the first adventure I
had ever had in my life, and I assure you I most heartily enjoyed it.
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