I'd rather be transported--I'd rather be hanged, for that
matter--than lead the life of misery I am leading. At times I feel
inclined to give in, but then comes the thought of Maude."
CHAPTER XXIV.
SOMEBODY ELSE AT WORK.
They were shut in together: the detective officer, Mr. Carr, and Lord
Hartledon. "You may speak freely before this gentleman," observed Mr.
Carr, as if in apology for a third being present. "He knows the parties,
and is almost as much interested in the affair as I am."
The detective glanced at Lord Hartledon with his deep eyes, but he did
not know him, and took out a note-book, on which some words and figures
were dotted down, hieroglyphics to any one's eyes but his own. Squaring
his elbows on the table, he begun abruptly; and appeared to have a habit
of cutting short his words and sentences.
"Haven't succeeded yet as could wish, Mr. Carr; at least not altogether:
have had to be longer over it, too, than thought for. George Gordon:
Scotch birth, so far as can learn; left an orphan; lived mostly in
London. Served time to medical practitioner, locality Paddington. Idle,
visionary, loose in conduct, good-natured, fond of roving. Surgeon
wouldn't keep him as assistant; might have done it, he says, had G.G.
been of settled disposition: saw him in drink three times. Next turns
up in Scotland, assistant to a doctor there; name Mair, locality
Kirkcudbrightshire.
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