Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
'I--I say, let go. You're mad, Sir,' said the attorney, disengaging
himself with a sudden and violent effort, and standing, with the back of
a tall chair grasped in both hands, and the seat interposed between
himself and Captain Lake. He was twisting his neck uncomfortably in his
shirt collar, and for some seconds was more agitated, in a different way,
than his patron was.
The fact was, that Mr. Larkin had a little mistaken his man. He had never
happened before to see him in one of his violent moods, and fancied that
his apathetic manner indicated a person more easily bullied. There was
something, too, in the tone and look of Captain Lake which went a good
way to confound and perplex his suspicions, and he half fancied that the
masterstroke he had hazarded was a rank and irreparable blunder.
Something of this, I am sure, appeared in his countenance, and Captain
Lake looked awfully savage, and each gentleman stared the other full in
the face, with more frankness than became two such diplomatists.
'Allow me to speak a word, Captain Lake.'
'You d--d old miscreant!' repeated the candescent captain.
'Allow me to say, you misapprehend.'
'You infernal old cur!'
'I mean no imputation upon _you_, Sir. I thought you might have committed
a mistake--any man may; perhaps you have. I have acted, Captain Lake,
with fidelity in all respects to you, and to every client for whom I've
been concerned. Mr. Wylder is my client, and I was bound to say I was not
satisfied about his present position, which seems to me unaccountable,
except on the supposition that he is under restraint of some sort. I
never said you were to blame; but you may be in error respecting Mr.
Wylder. You may have taken steps, Captain Lake, under a mistake. I never
went further than that. On reflection, you'll say so. I didn't upon my
honour.'
'Then you did not mean to insult me, Sir,' said Lake.
'Upon my honour, and conscience, and soul, Captain Lake,' said the
attorney, stringing together, in his vindication, all the articles he was
assumed most to respect, 'I am perfectly frank, I do assure you. I never
supposed for an instant more than I say. I could not imagine--I am amazed
you have so taken it.'
'But you think I exercise some control or coercion over my cousin, Mr.
Mark Wylder. He's not a man, I can tell you, wherever he is, to be
bullied, no more than I am. I don't correspond with him. I have nothing
to do with him or his affairs; I wash my hands of him.'
Captain Lake turned and walked quickly to the door, but came back as
suddenly.
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