What Fuller meant exactly when he suggested to Marie that there was now
a clue to the truth may be gathered from one of the frequent
conversations he held on the subject with his friend. Fuller had much
to say when he returned to town from his week-end visit to Belstone,
but for some little time he did not find a favorable moment for an
exhaustive talk. He certainly gave Dick a few hints as to what he had
learned, and spoke more or less in a desultory manner, but Latimer’s
time was so fully taken up with journalism that the matter was not
discussed thoroughly until the middle of the week. And even then the
chance came about in a somewhat unexpected way, as Alan took the
opportunity to detain the reporter when he strolled into the Chancery
Lane office for a few minutes. Dick had stated that he was off the
chain for a time, and simply wished for a smoke and a rest.
“You can fire away with your work, old son,” said Latimer, taking
possession of the client’s chair. “I sha’n’t bother you.”
“This affair of the peacock bothers me a deal more than you do,”
retorted the solicitor, “and I am glad to get you to myself for a few
minutes to talk it over. Hitherto you have always rushed off when I
wanted you.”
“Humanity demands my services, Alan,” said Dick ironically, “and I have
to earn a ridiculously small income by attending to the squalling of
brother man. However, I am at your disposal for one entire hour, so you
can burble to your heart’s content.”
“There is much more than burbling in this matter,” rejoined the other
man gravely. “You don’t take so much interest in this matter as I
expected you to, Dick, considering our first conversation on the
matter.”
Latimer, with a lighted match held over the filled bowl of his pipe,
looked up quickly. “Oh, but I do, my son. I am very interested indeed,
and if you have things to tell me, as I gather from what you have let
drop since you came back from the country, I have information also.”
“What about?”
“First your story and then mine,” said Dick imperturbably. “All things
in order, old boy. I suppose none of your confounded clients will come
in to interrupt.”
“I don’t think so. Things are slack just now, and I am rather glad that
they are, as I shall have time to attend to the Rotherhithe matter.”
Dick grunted and shook himself, looking like a huge good-natured bear
in the fur overcoat which the bitter cold of the December day demanded.
“I don’t see the use of your bothering about the business unless you
are legally retained to thresh it out. Why waste your time?”
“Far from wasting my time,” said Alan quietly, “the solution of this
mystery means that Miss Inderwick may acquire a large fortune.”
“And you, by marrying Miss Inderwick, will gain possession of the same
along with a tolerably pretty young woman,” said Latimer dryly.
Fuller’s dark eyes flashed. “She’s the loveliest girl in the world,” he
cried vehemently, “and you know it.”
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