Carr, seating
himself; "but I hope you can. At the present moment I am engaged in
sifting a piece of complicated business for a friend; a private matter
entirely, which it is necessary to keep private. I am greatly interested
in it myself, as you may readily believe, when it is keeping me from
circuit. Indeed it may almost be called my own affair," he added,
observing the eyes of the lawyer fixed upon him, and not caring they
should see into his business too clearly. "I fancy you have a clerk, or
had a clerk, who is cognizant of one or two points in regard to it: can
you put me in the way of finding out where he is? His name is Gordon."
"Gordon! We have no clerk of that name. Never had one, that I remember.
How came you to fancy it?"
"I heard it from my own clerk, Taylor. One day last week I happened to
say before him that I'd give a five-pound note out of my pocket to get
at the present whereabouts of this man Gordon. Taylor is a shrewd
fellow; full of useful bits of information, and knows, I really believe,
three-fourths of London by name. He immediately said a young man of that
name was with Messrs. Kedge and Reck, of Gray's Inn, either as clerk, or
in some other capacity; and when he described this clerk of yours, I felt
nearly sure that it was the man I am looking for. I got Taylor to make
inquiries, and he did, I believe, of one of your clerks; but he could
learn nothing, except that no one of that name was connected with you
now.
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