Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
'Oh, is there?' said Lake, in his soft tones, leaning forward in his easy
chair, and looking on the shining points of his boots.
'I have found out a thing, Captain Lake, which will no doubt interest
_you_ as much as it does me. It will lead, I think, to a much more exact
_guess_ about Mr. Mark Wylder.'
There was a sturdy emphasis in the attorney's speech which was far from
usual, and indicated something.
'Oh! you have? May one hear it?' said Lake, in the same silken tone, and
looking down, as before, on his boots.
'I've discovered something about his letters,' said the attorney, and
paused.
'Satisfactory, I hope?' said Lake as before.
'Foul play, Sir.'
'Foul play--is there? What is he doing now?' said Lake in the same
languid way, his elbows on the arms of his chair, stooping forward, and
looking serenely on the floor, like a man who is tired of his work, and
enjoys his respite.
'Why, Captain Lake, the matter is this--it amounts, in fact, to _fraud_.
It is plain that the letters are written in batches--several at a
time--and committed to some one to carry from town to town, and post,
_having previously filled in dates_ to make them _correspond_ with the
exact period of posting them.'
The attorney's searching gaze was fixed on the captain, as he said this,
with all the significance consistent with civility; but he could not
observe the slightest indication of change. I dare say the captain felt
his gaze upon him, and he undoubtedly heard his emphasis, but he plainly
did not take either to himself.
'Indeed! that is very odd,' said Captain Lake.
'Very odd;' echoed the attorney.
It struck Mr. Larkin that his gallant friend was a little overacting, and
showing perhaps less interest in the discovery than was strictly natural.
'But how can you show it?' said Lake with a slight yawn. 'Wylder _is_
such a fellow. I don't the least pretend to understand him. It may be a
freak of his.'
'I don't think, Captain Lake, that is exactly a possible solution here. I
don't think, Sir, he would write two letters, one referring back to the
other, at the same time, and post and date the latter more than a week
_before_ the other.'
'Oh!' said Lake, quietly, for the first time exhibiting a slight change
of countenance, and looking peevish and excited; yes, that certainly does
look very oddly.'
'And I think, Captain Lake, it behoves us to leave no stone unturned to
sift this matter to the bottom.'
'With what particular purpose, I don't quite see,' said Lake. 'Don't you
think possibly Mark Wylder might think us very impertinent?'
'I think, Captain Lake, on the contrary, we might be doing that gentleman
the only service he is capable of receiving, and I know we should be
doing something toward tracing and exposing the machinations of a
conspiracy.'
'A conspiracy! I did not quite see your meaning. Then, you really think
there is a conspiracy--formed _by_ him or _against_ him, which?'
'_Against_ him, Captain Lake. Did the same idea never strike you?'
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