Kimberly to his own room.
"It's Carr of the Inner Temple," whispered Mr. Kedge in his clerk's ear.
"Oh, I know him, sir."
"All right. If you can help him, do so."
"I first knew Gorton about fifteen months ago," observed the clerk, when
they were shut in together. "A friend of mine, now dead, spoke of him to
me as a respectable young fellow who had fallen in the world, and asked
if I could help him to some employment. I think he told me somewhat of
his history; but I quite forget it. I know he was very low down then,
with scarcely bread to eat."
"Did this friend of yours call him Gorton or Gordon?" interrupted Mr.
Carr.
"Gorton. I never heard him called Gordon at all. I remember seeing a
book of his that he seemed to set some store by. It was printed in old
English, and had his name on the title-page: 'George Gorton. From his
affectionate father, W. Gorton.' I employed him in some outdoor work.
He knew London perfectly well, and seemed to know people too."
"And he had been to Australia?"
"He had been to Australia, I feel sure. One day he accidentally let slip
some words about Melbourne, which he could not well have done unless he
had seen the place. I taxed him with it, and he shuffled out of it with
some excuse; but in such a manner as to convince me he had been there."
"And now, Mr. Kimberly, I am going to ask you another question.
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