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CHAPITRE XXXI - M. BALTIC SUIT UNE PISTE.
Le contenu de l'entretien entre Gabriel et son père, le Dr Graham ne le sut jamais, et en vérité il ne chercha jamais à savoir. Même en tant que médecin, c'était un homme discret qui ne se mêlait pas des affaires d'autrui sauf si, comme dans le cas présent, il s'y trouvait contraint. Mais même alors sa discrétion était visible, car après avoir conseillé à l'évêque de supporter la présence de Cargrim jusqu'à ce que Baltic ait résolu l'énigme qu'il était supposé résoudre, et après avoir envoyé Gabriel au palais, il s'abstint de toutes nouvelles interrogations ou discussions ayant trait au meurtre ou au secret. Il avait toute confiance en Baltic et était persuadé que le missionnaire finirait par mettre la main sur le véritable meurtrier. Quand ceci fut accompli, la tentative de Cargrim d'obtenir un pouvoir illégal sur Pendle fut contrecarrée : alors - toute chance de scandale public ayant pris fin - le moment fut venu d'examiner comment l'évêque devrait agir en faisant référence à son mariage illégal. Cependant, il y avait le risque que le criminel puisse apprendre le secret du certificat et des documents, et pourrait le révéler dès qu'il serait arrêté ; mais Graham pensait qu'il valait mieux ignorer cette difficulté jusqu'à ce qu'elle survienne réellement. Car, après tout, une telle éventualité pourrait ne pas avoir lieu.
Le certificat de mariage entre Krant et sa femme ne révèlerait rien à un homme n'étant pas familier avec l'ancien nom de Mme Pendle, et sans une telle information, il est dans l’impossibilité de savoir qu'elle a épousé l'évêque alors que son premier mari était encore en vie. Certes, elle pouvait voir mentionné le nom de Pendle dans ses lettres, mais elle ne le décrirait pas comme un amant ou un mari potentiel ; par conséquent, à moins que l'assassin ne connaisse une partie de l'histoire, ce qui est improbable, et à moins qu'il ne fasse la connexion entre le nom de Mme Kant et celui-lui de Mme Pendle — ce qui, à première vue, est impossible — je ne vois pas comment il peut apprendre la vérité. Il pouvait deviner, ou il pouvait tenir pour certain, que Jentham avait reçu deux cents livres de l'évêque, mais il ne pouvait deviner que le prix était payé pour un certificat et des lettres, d'autant qu'il les avait trouvés sur le corps, et sachant qu'ils n'avaient pas été remis contre de l'argent. Non, je crois que Pendle se trompe, pour moi il n'y a rien à craindre de la part de l'assassin, quel qu'il puisse être.
De cette façon, Graham après avoir argumenté en son for intérieur en vint très vite à la confortable conclusion que le secret de Monseigneur Pendle ne deviendrait jamais un scandale public Maintenant que Jentham, alias Krant, était mort, le secret n'était connu que de trois personnes seulement - plus précisément, l'évêque, lui-même et Gabriel. Si aucun des trois ne le trahissait — ils avaient de solides raisons de garder le silence — personne d'autre ne le ferait ou ne le pourrait. Le motif du meurtre était le sujet immédiat à prendre en considération ; une fois l'innocence de Monseigneur Pendle prouvée par la capture du véritable assassin, Cargrim pouvait être rejeté dans une disgrâce bien méritée. Avec toute la meilleure volonté du monde, il ne pourrait pas, alors, nuire à l'évêque, constatant qu'il était dans l'ignorance de la relation entre le défunt et Mme Pendle. Il n'y avait là aucun danger ; de cela le petit docteur était absolument certain.
Peut-être l'évêque était-il de cet avis ; ou peut-être éprouvait-il un certain soulagement à partager ses ennuis avec Gabriel et Graham ; mais il semblait manifestement plus gai et moins inquiet qu'auparavant, et il supportait même sereinement la présence de Cargrim, bien qu'il détestât jouer un rôle aussi éloigné de sa nature franche et honnête. Il voyait cependant la nécessité de masquer son aversion jusqu'à ce que la morsure de sa vipère domestique soit rendue inoffensive, et se montrait assez aimable lorsqu'il avait l'occasion de se trouver en sa compagnie Gabriel était moins enclin à se montrer aimable envers le comploteur, car, étant revenu à une totale compréhension avec son père, il se rendait rarement au palais, mais quand il le faisait, son comportement envers Mr Cargrim restait le même qu'auparavant. Pour le bien de la paix domestique, le père et le fils cachaient tous deux leur véritable sentiment, et ils y réussissaient autant qu'il était possible pour des hommes de bonne composition. Mais ils n'étaient pas assez rusés - ou peut-être suffisamment prudents - pour tromper l' habile aumônier. Le diable en personne, il était toujours à l'affût pour voir le mal chez les autres;
— Je me demande ce que tout cela veut dire, ruminait-il un jour, après avoir vainement tenté d'apprendre pourquoi Gabriel était retourné si soudainement à Beorminster. — L'évêque semble inutilement courtois, et le jeune Pendle parait être prudent quand il parle. Ils ne peuvent sûrement pas me soupçonner de complicité à propos du meurtre. Peut-être Baltic a-t-il mouchardé ; je vais le mettre en garde.
Ce qu'il fit, et il fut rapidement remis à sa place par l'ancien marin lui demandant de ne pas donner de conseils sur des sujets dont il ignorait tout. — Je connais mon boulot, parfaitement, fit remarquer Baltic sur un ton assez solennel, et peu sont aussi conscients que moi de la valeur du silence.
— Vous pouvez bien être un détective admirable, comme vous le dites, rétorqua Cargrim, agacé par la réprimande, mais c'est vous qui le prétendez, et vous me permettrez de remarquer que je n'ai pas encore vu une seule preuve de vos capacités.
— Chaque chose en son temps, M. Cargrim. Il ne faut pas confondre vitesse et précipitation, monsieur. Je crois que je suis enfin sur la bonne piste.
— Avez-vous pu deviner qui a tué cet homme ? demanda l'aumônier, attendant avec impatience que le nom de l'évêque soit prononcé.
— Je ne devine jamais, monsieur. Je théorise à partir de preuves externes, puis j'essaie, avec notamment l'intelligence que Dieu m'a donnée, de prouver mes théories.
— Avez-vous recueilli des preuves, alors ?
— Si vous le permettez, monsieur Cargrim, vous en prendrez connaissance lorsque je placerai le meurtrier dans le box des accusés. Il serait imprudent de divulguer un travail à moitié fini.
— Mais si le meurtre...
— Il suffit Monsieur ! interrompit Baltic en redressant la tête. Je vais m'éloigner de ma règle en vous disant quelque chose... qui que ce soit qui ait tué Jentham, ce n'est pas l'évêque Pendle.
Cargrim devint rouge de colère. — Je vous ai dit que c'était lui ! hurla-t-il presque, bien que cette conversation se soit tenue dans un coin tranquille près de la cathédrale, et ait nécessité un discours et un comportement prudents. Monseigneur Pendle n'a-t-il pas rencontré Jentham sur le terrain communal ?
C'est ce que nous présumons, Monsieur, mais jusque-là nous n'avons aucune preuve de cette rencontre.
Nous savons au moins qu'il a acquitté deux cents livres à Jentham.
Peut-être l'a-t-il fait, peut-être que non, répondit tranquillement Baltic. Il a certainement retiré cette somme de la banque Ophir, mais nous n'avons aucune trace des billets, je ne peux dire s'il les a donnés à l'homme.
— Mais je suis certain qu'il l'a fait, insista Cargrim encore en colère.
— Dans ce cas, Monsieur, pourquoi me demander mon opinion ? répondit l'imperturbable Baltic.
Si Cargrim n'avait pas été un homme d'église, il aurait juré devant le comportement suffisant du détective, et, même dans cette situation, il se retint avec peine de lancer un ou deux jurons d'exaspération. Mais, connaissant le caractère religieux de Baltic, il fut suffisamment intelligent pour ne pas risquer une remontrance supplémentaire, il détourna donc la remarque par un rire et il observa que, sans l'ombre d'un doute, Baltic était le mieux à même de juger de ce qu'il faisait.
— Je pense pouvoir affirmer sans risque que c'est le cas, répondit gravement Baltic. Au fait, ne m'avez-vous pas dit que le capitaine George Pendle se trouvait sur le terrain communal au moment où a eu lieu le meurtre ?
— Oui, George était là, ainsi que Gabriel. Le domestique de Mme Pansey les a vus tous les deux.
— Et où se trouve le capitaine George Pendle à présent, monsieur ?
— À Wincaster avec son régiment, mais l'évêque a demandé à ce qu'il vienne à Beorminster et j'attends donc son arrivée avant la fin de la semaine.
— J'en suis fort content, Monsieur Cargrim, car je souhaite poser quelques questions au capitaine Pendle.
— Vous le suspectez ?
— Je ne peux le dire avec exactitude, répondit Baltic, s'essuyant le visage avec le foulard rouge. Il est possible que je me forge une opinion par la suite. Apparemment, il arrive que M. Gabriel Pendle se rende au Derby Winner.
— Oui, il est amoureux de leur serveuse.
Baltic leva brusquement les yeux. La fille de Mosk, monsieur ?
— Celle-là même. Il veut épouser Bell Mosk.
— Il le veut... vraiment ? dit l'agent d'une voix trainante, effleurant ses dents avec l'ongle de son pouce. — Eh bien, M. Cargrim, il pourrait faire pire. Il y a beaucoup de bon dans cette jeune femme, monsieur. J'ai entendu dire que M. Gabriel Pendle était récemment revenu de l'étranger.
— Oui, de Nauheim. — C'est en Allemagne, je suppose, monsieur. —A-t-il voyagé avec un billet de la Cook, le savez-vous ?
— Je crois que oui.
— Oh ! hum ! Je vais donc, Mr Cargrim vous dire au-revoir, pour le moment. Je vous reverrai à mon retour de Londres.
— Allez vous enquêter sur le billet de la Cook de Gabriel ?
Qui sait, Monsieur. Je peux fouiller.
— Croyez-vous que Gab...
— Je ne pense rien pour l'instant, Mr Cargrim, quand je saurai, je vous dirai ce que je pense. Bien le bonjour, Monsieur ! Dieu vous Garde ! Et Baltic, l'air satisfait, s'esquiva d'une démarche chaloupée.
— Vraiment, que Dieu me bénisse ! murmura Cargrim avec mécontentement, car ni le langage ni les manières de l'homme ne lui plaisaient. — Pouah ! Je voudrais que Baltic se consacre ou à la religion ou aux affaires. À l'heure actuelle, c'est une sorte d'hermaphrodite moral, bon ni pour une chose ni pour l'autre. Je me demande s'il soupçonne l'évêque ou ses deux fils ? Je ne crois pas que le révérend Pendle soit innocent, mais s'il l'était, ou George ou Gabriel serait coupable. Eh bien, s'il en est ainsi, je pourrai toujours faire en sorte que l'évêque m'abandonne Heathcroft. Il préfèrera faire cela plutôt que de voir l'un de ses fils pendu et le nom déshonoré. Pourtant, j'espère que Baltic démontrera que le crime revient à Sa Seigneurie.
Sur cet aimable souhait, M. Cargrim accéléra le pas pour rattraper Mlle Whichello, qu'il avait vue passer dans le square en direction de la maison de Jenny Wren. La vieille petite dame avait l'air rose et satisfaite, en paix avec elle-même et avec l'ensemble de Beorminster. Néanmoins, son expression changea quand elle vit M. Cargrim se diriger élégamment vers elle, et elle le reçut avec une froideur marquée. Elle ne lui avait toujours pas pardonné l'ingérence qu'il s'était permise sans autorisation à propos de Mme Pansey. Cargrim s'aperçut rapidement de sa politesse rêche, mais diplomatiquement il ne releva pas sa froideur. Au contraire, il fut plus exubérant et expansif que jamais.
— Heureuse rencontre, chère Madame, dit-il, le sourire radieux. Si je ne vous avais pas rencontrée, j'aurais dû chercher à vous voir pour vous porter de bonnes nouvelles.
— Vraiment ? répondit sèchement Mlle Wichello. Cela me consolera d'entendre des mauvaises nouvelles, Mr Cargrim. J'ai eu suffisamment d'ennuis dernièrement.
— Ah ! soupira le chapelain, de sa voix trainante professionnelle , combien juste est la parole de Job : l'homme est né...
— Je ne veux pas entendre parler de Job, l'interrompit, irritée, Mlle Whichello. C'est le plus assommant de tous les patriarches.
— Chère madame, Job n'était pas un patriarche.
— Ce n'en est pas moins un raseur, Mr Cargrim. Quelles sont vos bonnes nouvelles ?
— Le capitaine Pendle arrive à Beorminster cette semaine, Miss Whichello
Oh, dit la petite vieille dame, avec un sourire narquois, vous arrivez après la bataille, M. Cargrim. J'ai appris cette nouvelle ce matin.
Vraiment ! Mais l'évêque a seulement fait demander le capitaine Pendle hier.
Exactement ; et Mlle Arden a reçu un télégramme du capitaine Pendle ce matin.
— Ah ! Mlle Whichello, amour de jeunesse ! amour de jeunesse !
La petite dame aurait voulu fausser compagnie à Cargrim pour son sourire narquois quand il avait fait cette remarque. Cependant, elle réfréna son impulsion très naturelle, et elle fit simplement remarquer, plutôt irrévérencieusement, faut-il le confesser, que si deux jeunes gens bien mis de leur personne et amoureux l'un de l'autre n'étaient pas heureux aux premiers émois de leur passion, ils ne le seraient jamais.
— Certainement, chère madame. Je souhaite seulement qu'un tel bonheur puisse durer. Mais il n'existe pas de ciel sans un nuage.
Et il n'y a pas d'abeille sans aiguillon, ni de rose sans épine. — Je connais tous ces jolis proverbes, Mr Cargrim, mais ils ne s'appliquent pas à mes tourtereaux.
Cargrim se frotta doucement les mains. — J'espère que vous continuerez à le croire, ma chère dame, dit-il d'un air triste.
— Que voulez-vous dire, monsieur ? demanda Mlle Whichello, sèchement.
— Je veux dire qu'il vaut mieux être préparé au pire, dit Cargrim de sa manière la plus mielleuse. — La quête du grand amour... mais vous êtes lasse de ces vieilles rengaines. Bonne journée, mademoiselle Whichello ! Il leva son chapeau et tourna les talons. Un dernier proverbe : Joie le matin, chagrin le soir.
Quand M. Cargrim s'éloigna rapidement après avoir délivré cette flèche du Parthe, Mlle Whichello le regarda avec une expression de contrariété sur son visage rose. Elle avait ses propres raisons de craindre des ennuis à propos de cet engagement, et bien que celles-ci soient inconnues de l'aumônier, sa flèche fortuite avait fait mouche. Les pensées de la vieille petite dame ravivèrent immédiatement le souvenir de la conversation avec l'évêque à la garden-party.
— Encore Mme Pansey, pensa Mlle Whichello, reprenant sa marche à un rythme moins soutenu. — Je devrais lui rendre visite et en appeler soit à ses craintes soit à sa compassion, sinon, elle pourrait causer des ennuis.
Pendant ce temps, Mr Baltic, poursuivant son enquête, l'air grave, vers Eastgate, était tombé sur Gabriel qui revenait de Derby Winner. Comme ils ne s'étaient jamais rencontrés jusque là, le jeune Pendle ne savait rien de Baltic en dehors de son nom. Cependant quand il se retrouva face à face avec lui, il reconnut sur le champ l'homme comme étant l'enquêteur privé avec lequel il avait déjà parlé à Whitechapel. La connaissance du secret de son père, du meurtre de Jentham et de la profession de cet étranger provoquèrent une confusion dans l'esprit de Gabriel, et son coeur cogna de peur dans sa poitrine.
— Je vous ai rencontré à Londres il y a quelques années, dit-il nerveusement.
— Effectivement, M. Pendle ; mais en ce temps-là, je ne connaissais pas votre nom, ni vous ne connaissiez le mien.
— Comment m'avez-vous reconnu ? s'enquit Gabriel.
— J'ai une bonne mémoire des visages, monsieur, rétorqua Baltic, mais en réalité, Sir Harry Brace m'a désigné du doigt votre personne.
Sir Har... oh, ainsi donc, c'est vous Baltic !
– Pour vous servir, Mr Pendle. Je suis descendu ici pour affaire.
— Je sais tout cela, répondit Gabriel, reprenant le contrôle de ses nerfs en reconnaissant le nom de l'homme et sachant qu'il était plutôt du côté de l'évêque.
— En effet, monsieur! Et de qui le tenez-vous ?
— Sir Harry l'a dit au Dr Graham, qui en a informé mon père, qui me l'a dit.
— Oh ! Baltic regarda attentivement le visage blafard du curé Donc l'évêque sait que je suis un enquêteur.
— Il le sait, Mr Baltic. Et pour vous dire la vérité, il n'est pas du tout content que vous vous soyez fait passer dans notre ville pour un missionnaire.
— Je suis un missionnaire, répondit tranquillement l'ancien marin. Je l'ai parfaitement expliqué à Sir Harry, mais il semblerait qu'il ait divulgué le pire et gardé le meilleur.
— Je ne comprends pas, dit le curé, très perplexe.
— Monsieur, cela me prendrait trop longtemps de vous expliquer pourquoi je me présente comme missionnaire, mais soyez certain que je navigue pas sous pavillon de complaisance. Par conséquent, vous me connaissez comme un agent, et vous connaissez aussi le motif de ma présence ici.
— Oui ! Je sais que vous enquêtez sur le meur...
— Nous sommes dans la rue, Monsieur, l'interrompit Baltic, en jetant un regard sur les passants, il serait bon que nous restions discrets. Un instant. Il conduisit Gabriel dans une allée calme plus à l'écart des oreilles indiscrètes. — Le voisinage est du genre plutôt fruste, monsieur.
— Fruste, certainement, mais pas dangereux, répondit Gabriel, intrigué par la remarque.
— N'avez-vous pas de pistolet sur vous, M. Pendle ?
— Non ! Pourquoi le devrais-je ?
— Pourquoi, en effet ? Si l'évangile n'est pas une protection suffisante, aucune arme terrestre ne pourra l'être. Votre nom est Gabriel, je crois, monsieur.
— Oui ! Gabriel Pendle, mais je ne vois pas...
— J'en viens à mon explication, monsieur. G. P., dit pensivement Baltic, les mêmes initiales que celles de votre père et de votre frère, hein, M. Pendle ?
— Bien sûr. L'évêque et mon frère se prénomment tous les deux George.
— G P. tous les trois, acquiesça de la tête Baltic. Vous voyagez à l'étranger avec un billet Cook, monsieur ?
— D'ordinaire ! Pourquoi me...
— Un billet direct pour... disons, Nauheim... coûte à peu près trois livres, si je ne m'abuse ?
— C'est ce que j'ai payé pour le mien, M. Baltic. Puis-je demander pourquoi vous m’interrogez sur la question ? demanda Gabriel avec irritation.
Baltic tapota trois fois de son index la poitrine de Gabriel. — Pour votre bien, M. Pendle. Bonne journée, monsieur !
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CHAPTER XXXI - MR BALTIC ON THE TRAIL.
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For, after all, such a contingency might not occur.
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Other danger there was none; of that the little doctor was absolutely assured.
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Evil himself, he was always on the alert to see evil in others.
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They surely can't suspect me of knowing about the murder.
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Perhaps Baltic has been talking; I'll just give him a word of warning.
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'All in good time, Mr Cargrim.
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More haste less speed, sir.
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I fancy I am on the right track at last.
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'Can you guess who killed the man?'
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asked the chaplain, eagerly waiting for the bishop's name to be pronounced.
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'I never guess, sir.
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'You have gained some evidence, then?
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'If I have, Mr Cargrim, you'll hear it when I place the murderer in the dock.
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It is foolish to show half-finished work.
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'But if the mur—.
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'Hold hard, sir!'
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interrupted Baltic, raising his head.
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Cargrim grew red and angry.
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'I tell you it was!'
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'Didn't Dr Pendle meet Jentham on the common?
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'We presume so, sir, but as yet we have no proof of the meeting.
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'At least you know that he paid Jentham two hundred pounds.
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'Perhaps he did; maybe he didn't,' returned Baltic, quietly.
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'But I am sure he did,' insisted Cargrim, still angry.
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'In that case, sir, why ask me for my opinion?'
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replied the imperturbable Baltic.
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'I think I can safely say so, sir,' rejoined Baltic, gravely.
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'Yes, George was there, and so was Gabriel.
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Mrs Pansey's page saw them both.
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'And where is Captain Pendle now, sir?
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'I am glad of that, Mr Cargrim, as I wish to ask Captain Pendle a few questions.
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'Do you suspect him?
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'I can't rightly say, sir,' answered Baltic, wiping his face with the red bandanna.
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'Later on I may form an opinion.
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Mr Gabriel Pendle comes to The Derby Winner sometimes, I see.
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'Yes; he is in love with the barmaid there.
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Baltic looked up sharply.
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'Mosk's daughter, sir?
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'The same.
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He wants to marry Bell Mosk.
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'Does—he—indeed?'
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drawled the agent, flicking his thumb nail against his teeth.
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'Well, Mr Cargrim, he might do worse.
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There is a lot of good in that young woman, sir.
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Mr Gabriel Pendle has lately returned from abroad, I hear.
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'Yes, from Nauheim.'
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'That is in Germany, I take it, sir.
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Did he travel on a Cook's ticket, do you know?
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'I believe he did.
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'Oh!
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humph!
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I'll say good-bye, then, Mr Cargrim, for the present.
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I shall see you when I return from London.
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'Are you going to ask about Gabriel's ticket at Cook's?
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'There's no telling, sir.
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I may look in.
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'Do you think that Gab—.
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'I think nothing as yet, Mr Cargrim; when I do, I'll tell you my thoughts.
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Good-day, sir!
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God bless you!'
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'God bless me indeed!'
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'Ugh!
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I wish Baltic would stick to either religion or business.
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I wonder if he suspects the bishop or his two sons?
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Well, if that is so, I'll still be able to make the bishop give me Heathcroft.
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He will rather do that than see one of his sons hanged and the name disgraced.
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Still, I hope Baltic will bring home the crime to his lordship.
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On the contrary, he was more gushing and more expansive than ever.
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'A happy meeting, my dear lady,' he said, with a beaming glance.
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'Had I not met you, I should have called to see you as the bearer of good news.
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'Really!'
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replied Miss Whichello, drily.
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'That will be a relief from hearing bad news, Mr Cargrim.
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I have had sufficient trouble of late.
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'Ah!'
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'I don't want to hear about Job,' interrupted Miss Whichello, crossly.
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'He is the greatest bore of all the patriarchs.
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'Job, dear lady, was not a patriarch.
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'Nevertheless, he is a bore, Mr Cargrim.
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What is your good news?
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'Captain Pendle is coming to Beorminster this week, Miss Whichello.
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I heard that news this morning.
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'Indeed!
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But the bishop only sent for Captain Pendle yesterday.
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'Quite so; and Miss Arden received a telegram from Captain Pendle this morning.
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'Ah!
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Miss Whichello, young love!
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young love!
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'No doubt, dear lady.
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I only trust that such happiness may last.
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But there is no sky without a cloud.
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'And there is no bee without a sting, and no rose without a thorn.
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Cargrim rubbed his hands softly together.
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'Long may you continue to think so, my dear lady,' said he, with a sad look.
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'What do you mean, sir?'
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asked Miss Whichello, sharply.
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'The course of true love—but you are weary of such trite sayings.
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Good-day, Miss Whichello!'
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He raised his hat and turned away.
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'One last proverb—Joy in the morning means grief at night.
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'Mrs Pansey again,' thought Miss Whichello, resuming her walk at a slower pace.
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'I met you in London some years ago,' he said nervously.
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'Yes, Mr Pendle; but then I did not know your name, nor did you know mine.
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'How did you recognise me?'
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asked Gabriel.
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'Sir Har—oh, then you are Baltic!
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'At your service, Mr Pendle.
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I am down here on business.
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'Indeed, sir!
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And who told you about it?
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'Sir Harry told Dr Graham, who informed my father, who spoke to me.
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'Oh!'
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Baltic looked seriously at the curate's pale face.
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'Then the bishop knows that I am an inquiry agent.
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'He does, Mr Baltic.
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'I am a missionary,' answered the ex-sailor, quietly.
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'I don't understand,' said the curate, much bewildered.
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As it is, you know me as an agent; and you know also my purpose in coming here.
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'Yes!
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I know that you are investigating the mur—.
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One moment.'
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He led Gabriel into a quiet alley, comparatively free from listeners.
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'This is a rather rough sort of neighbourhood, sir.
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'Rough certainly, but not dangerous,' replied Gabriel, puzzled by the remark.
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'Don't you carry a pistol, Mr Pendle?
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'No!
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Why should I?
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'Why indeed?
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If the Gospel is not a protection enough, no earthly arms will prevail.
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Your name is Gabriel, I think, sir.
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'Yes!
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Gabriel Pendle; but I don't see—.
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'I'm coming to an explanation, sir.
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'Certainly.
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Both the bishop and my brother are named George.
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'G.
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'Usually!
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Why do you—.
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'A through ticket to—say Nauheim—is about three pounds, I believe?
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'I paid that for mine, Mr Baltic.
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May I ask why you question me in this manner?'
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demanded Gabriel, irritably.
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Baltic tapped Gabriel's chest three times with his forefinger.
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'For your own safety, Mr Pendle.
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Good-day, sir!
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francevw • 14086  commented on  unit 1  9 months, 1 week ago
francevw • 14086  commented  9 months, 1 week ago

Petit résumé relatif à la question du vouvoiement-tutoiement. Nous pourrons toujours le modifier si nécessaire.
- La plupart des personnages se vouvoient comme sans doute on le faisait à cette époque.
- Les époux se vouvoient
- Les enfants vouvoient leurs parents
- Les parents tutoient leurs enfants
- Le docteur Graham tutoie Harry Brace et les enfants de l'évêque
- Les fiancés ? au début ils se vouvoyaient puis il me semble qu'on a glissé vers le tutoiement
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THE BISHOP'S SECRET by FERGUS HUME (1900)

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List of the characters:
1. Miss Daisy Norsham, Belgravian spinster
2. Mrs. Pansey, an archdeacon's widow
3. Mr. George Pendle, Bishop, Dr. Pendle
4. Mrs. Amy Pendle, the bishop's wife, formerly Mrs. Creagth (widow)
5. Mr. George Pendle, bishop's son, officer, in love with Mab Arden
6. Mr. Gabriel Pendle, bishop's son, curate, allegedly chasing Miss Mosk
7. Miss Lucy Pendle, bishop's daughter
8. Sir Harry Brace, engaged to Lucy Pendle
9. Miss Mab Arden, most beautiful girl in Beorminster
10. Miss Whichello, Mab Arden's aunt
11. Mr. Michael Cargrim, bishop's chaplain, also likes Mab Arden
12. Dr. Graham, doctor, atheist, sceptic
13. Mr. William Mosk, the owner of the The Derby Winner pub
14. Mrs Mosk, his wife
15. Miss Bell Mosk, their daughter
16. Mr. Alder, dean, Dr. Alder
17. Miss Tancred, keeps telling the story about her lost purse
18. John, bishop's servant
19. Mr. Jentham, the man with the scar, the bearer of the bad news

Synopsis:
Bishop Pendle is the Church of England bishop in a small fictitious English cathedral town. Several years into his work, he receives a visit from a disreputable-looking visitor. The bishop is much upset. What transpired between them that has so upset the good churchman? And then there is the murder. Fergus Hume was one of the most prolific and most popular of 19th century novelists. "Mr. Hume won a reputation second to none for plot of the stirring, ingenious, misleading, and finally surprising kind, and for working out his plot in vigorous and picturesque English. In "The Bishop's Secret," while there is no falling off in plot and style, there is a welcome and marvelous broadening out as to the cast of characters, representing an unusually wide range of typical men and women. These are not laboriously described by the author, but are made to reveal themselves in action and speech in a way that has, for the reader, all the charm of personal intercourse with living people…."

TABLE OF CONTENTS https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Bishop%27s_Secret
PREFACE.
CHAPTER I. 'Enter Mrs Pansey As Chorus'
CHAPTER II. The Bishop Is Wanted
CHAPTER III. The Unforeseen Happens
CHAPTER IV. The Curiosity Of Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER V. The Derby Winner
CHAPTER VI. The Man With The Scar
CHAPTER VII. An Interesting Conversation
CHAPTER VIII. On Saturday Night
CHAPTER IX. An Exciting Adventure
CHAPTER X. Morning Service In The Minster
CHAPTER XI. Miss Whichello's Luncheon-party
CHAPTER XII. Bell Mosk Pays A Visit
CHAPTER XIII. A Stormy Night
CHAPTER XIV. 'Rumour Full Of Tongues'
CHAPTER XV. The Gipsy Ring
CHAPTER XVI. The Zeal Of Inspector Tinkler
CHAPTER XVII. A Clerical Detective
CHAPTER XVIII. The Chaplain On The Warpath
CHAPTER XIX. The Bishop's Request
CHAPTER XX. Mother Jael
CHAPTER XXI. Mrs Pansey's Festival
CHAPTER XXII. Mr Mosk Is Indiscreet
CHAPTER XXIII. In The Library
CHAPTER XXIV. The Bishop Asserts Himself
CHAPTER XXV. Mr Baltic, Missionary
CHAPTER XXVI. The Amazement Of Sir Harry Brace
CHAPTER XXVII. What Mother Jael Knew
CHAPTER XXVIII. The Return Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXIX. The Confession Of Bishop Pendle
CHAPTER XXX. Blackmail
CHAPTER XXXI. Mr Baltic On The Trail
CHAPTER XXXII. The Initials
CHAPTER XXXIII. Mr Baltic Explains Himself
CHAPTER XXXIV. The Wages Of Sin
CHAPTER XXXV. The Honour Of Gabriel
CHAPTER XXXVI. The Rebellion Of Mrs Pendle
CHAPTER XXXVII. Dea Ex Machinâ
CHAPTER XXXVIII. Exit Mr Cargrim
CHAPTER XXXIX. All's Well That Ends Well

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CHAPTER XXXI - MR BALTIC ON THE TRAIL.
What took place at the interview between Gabriel and his father, Dr Graham never knew; and indeed never sought to know. He was a discreet man even for a doctor, and meddled with no one's business, unless—as in the present instance—forced to do so. But even then his discretion showed itself; for after advising the bishop to tolerate the presence of Cargrim until Baltic had solved the riddle he was set to guess, and after sending Gabriel to the palace, he abstained from further inquiries and discussions in connection with murder and secret. He had every faith in Baltic, and quite believed that in time the missionary would lay his hand on the actual murderer. When this was accomplished, and Cargrim's attempt to gain illegal power over Pendle was thwarted; then—all chance of a public scandal being at an end—would be the moment to consider how the bishop should act in reference to his false marriage. Certainly there was the possible danger that the criminal might learn the secret from the certificate and papers, and might reveal it when captured; but Graham thought it best to ignore this difficulty until it should actually arise. For, after all, such a contingency might not occur.
'The certificate of marriage between Krant and his wife will reveal nothing to a man unacquainted with Mrs Pendle's previous name; and without such knowledge he cannot know that she married the bishop while her first husband was alive. Certainly she might have mentioned Pendle's name in the letters, but she would not write of him as a lover or as a possible husband; therefore, unless the assassin knows something of the story, which is improbable, and unless he can connect the name of Mrs Krant with Mrs Pendle—which on the face of it is impossible—I do not see how he is to learn the truth. He may guess, or he may know for certain, that Jentham received the two hundred pounds from the bishop, but he cannot guess that the price was paid for certificate and letters, especially as he found them on the body, and knows that they were not handed over for the money. No; on the whole, I think Pendle is mistaken; in my opinion there is no danger to be feared from the assassin, whomsoever he may be.
In this way Graham argued with himself, and shortly came to the comfortable conclusion that Dr Pendle's secret would never become a public scandal. Now that Jentham, alias Krant, was dead, the secret was known to three people only—namely, to the bishop, to himself, and to Gabriel. If none of the three betrayed it—and they had the strongest reason for silence—no one else would, or could. The question of the murder was the immediate matter for consideration; and once Dr Pendle's innocence was proved by the capture of the real assassin, Cargrim could be dismissed in well-merited disgrace. With all the will in the world he could not then harm the bishop, seeing that he was ignorant of the dead man's relation to Mrs Pendle. Other danger there was none; of that the little doctor was absolutely assured.
Perhaps the bishop argued in this way also; or it may be he found a certain amount of relief in sharing his troubles with Gabriel and Graham; but he certainly appeared more cheerful and less worried than formerly, and even tolerated the society of Cargrim with equanimity, although he detested playing a part so foreign to his frank and honourable nature. However, he saw the necessity of masking his dislike until the sting of this domestic viper could be rendered innocuous, and was sufficiently gracious on such occasions as he came into contact with him. Gabriel was less called upon to be courteous to the schemer, as, having come to a complete understanding with his father, he rarely visited the palace; but when he did so his demeanour towards Mr Cargrim was much the same as of yore. For the good of their domestic peace, both father and son concealed their real feelings, and succeeded as creditably as was possible with men of their honourable natures. But they were not cunning enough—or perhaps sufficiently guarded—to deceive the artful chaplain. Evil himself, he was always on the alert to see evil in others.
'I wonder what all this means,' he ruminated one day after vainly attempting to learn why Gabriel had returned so unexpectedly to Beorminster. 'The bishop seems unnecessarily polite, and young Pendle appears to be careful how he speaks. They surely can't suspect me of knowing about the murder. Perhaps Baltic has been talking; I'll just give him a word of warning.
This he did, and was promptly told by the ex-sailor not to advise on points of which he was ignorant. 'I know my business, sir, none better,' observed Baltic, in his solemn way, 'and there are few men who are more aware of the value of a silent tongue.
'You may be an admirable detective, as you say,' retorted Cargrim, nettled by the rebuke, 'but I have only your word for it; and you will permit me to observe that I have not yet seen a proof of your capabilities.
'All in good time, Mr Cargrim. More haste less speed, sir. I fancy I am on the right track at last.
'Can you guess who killed the man?' asked the chaplain, eagerly waiting for the bishop's name to be pronounced.
'I never guess, sir. I theorise from external evidence, and then try, with such brains as God has given me, to prove my theories.
'You have gained some evidence, then?
'If I have, Mr Cargrim, you'll hear it when I place the murderer in the dock. It is foolish to show half-finished work.
'But if the mur—.
'Hold hard, sir!' interrupted Baltic, raising his head. 'I'll so far depart from my rule as to tell you one thing—whosoever killed Jentham, it was not Bishop Pendle.
Cargrim grew red and angry. 'I tell you it was!' he almost shouted, although this conversation took place in a quiet corner near the cathedral, and thereby required prudent speech and demeanour. 'Didn't Dr Pendle meet Jentham on the common?
'We presume so, sir, but as yet we have no proof of the meeting.
'At least you know that he paid Jentham two hundred pounds.
'Perhaps he did; maybe he didn't,' returned Baltic, quietly. 'He certainly drew out that amount from the Ophir Bank, but, not having traced the notes, I can't say if he paid it to the man.
'But I am sure he did,' insisted Cargrim, still angry.
'In that case, sir, why ask me for my opinion?' replied the imperturbable Baltic.
If Mr Cargrim had not been a clergyman, he would have sworn at the complacent demeanour of the agent, and even as it was he felt inclined to risk a relieving oath or two. But knowing Baltic's religious temperament, he was wise enough not to lay himself open to further rebuke; so he turned the matter off with a laugh, and observed that no doubt Mr Baltic knew his own business best.
'I think I can safely say so, sir,' rejoined Baltic, gravely. 'By the way, did you not tell me that Captain George Pendle was on the common when the murder took place?
'Yes, George was there, and so was Gabriel. Mrs Pansey's page saw them both.
'And where is Captain Pendle now, sir?
'At Wincaster with his regiment; but the bishop has sent for him to come to Beorminster, so I expect he will be here within the week.
'I am glad of that, Mr Cargrim, as I wish to ask Captain Pendle a few questions.
'Do you suspect him?
'I can't rightly say, sir,' answered Baltic, wiping his face with the red bandanna. 'Later on I may form an opinion. Mr Gabriel Pendle comes to The Derby Winner sometimes, I see.
'Yes; he is in love with the barmaid there.
Baltic looked up sharply. 'Mosk's daughter, sir?
'The same. He wants to marry Bell Mosk.
'Does—he—indeed?' drawled the agent, flicking his thumb nail against his teeth. 'Well, Mr Cargrim, he might do worse. There is a lot of good in that young woman, sir. Mr Gabriel Pendle has lately returned from abroad, I hear.
'Yes, from Nauheim.' 'That is in Germany, I take it, sir. Did he travel on a Cook's ticket, do you know?
'I believe he did.
'Oh! humph! I'll say good-bye, then, Mr Cargrim, for the present. I shall see you when I return from London.
'Are you going to ask about Gabriel's ticket at Cook's?
'There's no telling, sir. I may look in.
'Do you think that Gab—.
'I think nothing as yet, Mr Cargrim; when I do, I'll tell you my thoughts. Good-day, sir! God bless you!' And Baltic, with a satisfied expression on his face, rolled away in a nautical manner.
'God bless me indeed!' muttered Cargrim, in much displeasure, for neither the speech nor the manner of the man pleased him. 'Ugh! I wish Baltic would stick to either religion or business. At present he is a kind of moral hermaphrodite, good for neither one thing nor another. I wonder if he suspects the bishop or his two sons? I don't believe Dr Pendle is innocent; but if he is, either George or Gabriel is guilty. Well, if that is so, I'll still be able to make the bishop give me Heathcroft. He will rather do that than see one of his sons hanged and the name disgraced. Still, I hope Baltic will bring home the crime to his lordship.
With this amiable wish, Mr Cargrim quickened his pace to catch up with Miss Whichello, whom he saw tripping across the square towards the Jenny Wren house. The little old lady looked rosy and complacent, at peace with herself and the whole of Beorminster. Nevertheless, her expression changed when she saw Mr Cargrim sliding gracefully towards her, and she received him with marked coldness. As yet she had not forgiven him for his unauthorised interference on behalf of Mrs Pansey. Cargrim was quick to observe her buckram civility, but diplomatically took no notice of its frigidity. On the contrary, he was more gushing and more expansive than ever.
'A happy meeting, my dear lady,' he said, with a beaming glance. 'Had I not met you, I should have called to see you as the bearer of good news.
'Really!' replied Miss Whichello, drily. 'That will be a relief from hearing bad news, Mr Cargrim. I have had sufficient trouble of late.
'Ah!' sighed the chaplain, falling into his professional drawl, 'how true is the saying of Job, "Man is born—".
'I don't want to hear about Job,' interrupted Miss Whichello, crossly. 'He is the greatest bore of all the patriarchs.
'Job, dear lady, was not a patriarch.
'Nevertheless, he is a bore, Mr Cargrim. What is your good news?
'Captain Pendle is coming to Beorminster this week, Miss Whichello.
'Oh,' said the little old lady, with a satirical smile, 'you are a day after the fair, Mr Cargrim. I heard that news this morning.
'Indeed! But the bishop only sent for Captain Pendle yesterday.
'Quite so; and Miss Arden received a telegram from Captain Pendle this morning.
'Ah! Miss Whichello, young love! young love!
The little lady could have shaken Cargrim for the smirk with which he made this remark. However, she restrained her very natural impulse, and merely remarked—rather irrelevantly, it must be confessed—that if two young and handsome people in love with one another were not happy in their first blush of passion they never would be.
'No doubt, dear lady. I only trust that such happiness may last. But there is no sky without a cloud.
'And there is no bee without a sting, and no rose without a thorn. I know all those consoling proverbs, Mr Cargrim, but they don't apply to my turtle-doves.
Cargrim rubbed his hands softly together. 'Long may you continue to think so, my dear lady,' said he, with a sad look.
'What do you mean, sir?' asked Miss Whichello, sharply.
'I mean that it is as well to be prepared for the worst,' said Cargrim, in his blandest manner. 'The course of true love—but you are weary of such trite sayings. Good-day, Miss Whichello!' He raised his hat and turned away. 'One last proverb—Joy in the morning means grief at night.
When Mr Cargrim walked away briskly after delivering this Parthian shaft, Miss Whichello stood looking after him with an expression of nervous worry on her rosy face. She had her own reasons to apprehend trouble in connection with the engagement, and although these were unknown to the chaplain, his chance arrow had hit the mark. The thoughts of the little old lady at once reverted to the conversation with the bishop at the garden-party.
'Mrs Pansey again,' thought Miss Whichello, resuming her walk at a slower pace. 'I shall have to call on her, and appeal either to her fears or her charity, otherwise she may cause trouble.
In the meantime, Mr Baltic, proceeding in his grave way towards Eastgate, had fallen in with Gabriel coming from The Derby Winner. As yet the two had never met, and save the name, young Pendle knew nothing about the ex-sailor. Nevertheless, when face to face with him, he recognised the man at once as a private inquiry agent whom he had once spoken to in Whitechapel. The knowledge of his father's secret, of Jentham's murder and of this stranger's profession mingled confusedly in Gabriel's head, and his heart knocked at his ribs for very fear.
'I met you in London some years ago,' he said nervously.
'Yes, Mr Pendle; but then I did not know your name, nor did you know mine.
'How did you recognise me?' asked Gabriel.
'I have a good memory for faces, sir,' returned Baltic, 'but, as a matter of fact, Sir Harry Brace pointed you out to me.
'Sir Har—oh, then you are Baltic!
'At your service, Mr Pendle. I am down here on business.
'I know all about it,' replied Gabriel, recovering his nerve with the knowledge of the man's name and inclination to side with the bishop.
'Indeed, sir! And who told you about it?
'Sir Harry told Dr Graham, who informed my father, who spoke to me.
'Oh!' Baltic looked seriously at the curate's pale face. 'Then the bishop knows that I am an inquiry agent.
'He does, Mr Baltic. And, to tell you the truth, he is not at all pleased that you presented yourself in our city as a missionary.
'I am a missionary,' answered the ex-sailor, quietly. 'I explained as much to Sir Harry, but it would seem that he has told the worst and kept back the best.
'I don't understand,' said the curate, much bewildered.
'Sir, it would take too long for me to explain why I call myself a missionary, but you can rest assured that I am not sailing under false colours. As it is, you know me as an agent; and you know also my purpose in coming here.
'Yes! I know that you are investigating the mur—.
'We are in the street, sir,' interrupted Baltic, with a glance at passers-by; 'it is as well to be discreet. One moment.' He led Gabriel into a quiet alley, comparatively free from listeners. 'This is a rather rough sort of neighbourhood, sir.
'Rough certainly, but not dangerous,' replied Gabriel, puzzled by the remark.
'Don't you carry a pistol, Mr Pendle?
'No! Why should I?
'Why indeed? If the Gospel is not a protection enough, no earthly arms will prevail. Your name is Gabriel, I think, sir.
'Yes! Gabriel Pendle; but I don't see—.
'I'm coming to an explanation, sir. G. P.' mused Baltic—'same initials as those of your father and brother, eh, Mr Pendle?
'Certainly. Both the bishop and my brother are named George.
'G. P. all three,' said Baltic, with a nod, 'Do you travel abroad with a Cook's ticket, sir?
'Usually! Why do you—.
'A through ticket to—say Nauheim—is about three pounds, I believe?
'I paid that for mine, Mr Baltic. May I ask why you question me in this manner?' demanded Gabriel, irritably.
Baltic tapped Gabriel's chest three times with his forefinger. 'For your own safety, Mr Pendle. Good-day, sir!