"
Lord Hartledon nodded. He had sat silent throughout, a little apart, his
face somewhat turned from them, as though the business did not concern
him.
"And now I will relate to you what more I know of Gordon," resumed Mr.
Carr, moving his chair nearer the detective, and so partially screening
Lord Hartledon. "He was in London last year, employed by Kedge and Reck,
of Gray's Inn, to serve writs. What he had done with himself from the
time of the mutiny--allowing that he was identical with the Gordon of
that business--I dare say no one living could tell, himself excepted. He
was calling himself Gorton last autumn. Not much of a change from his own
name."
"George Gorton," assented the detective.
"Yes, George Gorton. I knew this much when I first applied to you.
I did not mention it because I preferred to let you go to work without
it. Understand me; that it is the same man, I _know_; but there are
nevertheless discrepancies in the case that I cannot reconcile; and I
thought you might possibly arrive at some knowledge of the man without
this clue better than with it."
"Sorry to differ from you, Mr. Carr; must hold to the belief that George
Gorton, employed at Kedge and Reck's, was not the same man at all," came
the cool and obstinate rejoinder. "Have sifted the apparent similarity
between the two, and drawn conclusions accordingly."
The remark implied that the detective was wiser on the subject of George
Gorton than Mr.
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