The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 390: what you’re looking at

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THE BANK-NOTES 309 drove to Mr. May’s, the attorney’s, in Gray’s Inn Square, and when he came out of the office, he jumped into the phaeton, saying he didn’t now care a curse for all the Butters in existence.”’ ‘“ Breathe not a syllable to a soul that I have even been questioning you,” said Sir Frederick. As he separated from the groom, who knew not what to think of the numerous queries that had been put to him, the merchant looked at his watch, and found that it was now three o’clock. He at once ordered his carriage to be got ready, and ascending to the drawing-room, he said to Rush- brook, “‘ Your lordship must pardon me for leaving you so abruptly, but I have just received a letter which calls me into the City.” “ Well, I shall be off likewise,” said the viscount. ‘“ Shall I give you a lift in my phaeton? ” “JT thank you, my lord,’ responded the merchant, “ but I set a value upon my neck, and your lordship’s reckless driving by no means suits my ideas of safety.” During his ride into London Sir Frederick Latham con- tinued to reflect more and more on everything he had heard, and he wondered whether the inquiries he was about to institute would throw any light upon one portion of the topics which bewildered him. He was a man of remarkable sagacity in business matters, and keenly prompt to seize upon any clue which by any possibility might seem to prom- ise the unravelment of a mystery. He repaired straight to the office of Mr. May, the solicitor, in Gray’s Inn Square. That gentleman was alone at the time in his private room, and he at once received Sir Frederick Latham. The lawyer and the merchant were personally unknown to each other, but the instant the great name of the latter was announced, the professional gentleman was on the alert to receive him with all possible courtesy and respect. ‘““ Mr. May,” said Sir Frederick, taking the seat which was proffered to him, ‘‘ I am about to put three or four questions which may seem singular, but I beg you not to refuse to answer them on that account, nor to prejudge disparagingly the nobleman whose name I shall have to mention. I allude to my brother-in-law, the Viscount Rushbrook.”’ ‘““ Ah, indeed! ”’ said Mr. May, with the air of one to whom that name was far from unfamiliar. EOMINGIOOKS (CO)