After all of us are
disposed of and his friend has got the title and estates, he won't
dare to prosecute of course, and so Deede Dawson thinks it a good
opportunity to visit the Abbey and pick up any pictures or heirlooms
or so-so he can that it would be almost impossible to dispose of in
the ordinary way, but that he expects he will be able to sell back
at a good price to the new owner of the property. I think he
calculates that that gentleman will be ready to pay as much as he
is asked. I don't know, but I think that's his idea from something
he said the other day about the uselessness of even good stuff from
a big house unless you knew of a sure market, or could sell it back
again to the owner."
"Jolly clever idea if it works all right," said Walter slowly. "I
can see Mr. Deede Dawson is a man who needs watching. And I suppose
we had better be on the look-out at the Abbey tomorrow night?"
"Evening," corrected Dunn. "It's planned for the dinner-hour."
"Right," said Walter. "We shall see some crowded hours tomorrow, I
expect. Well, it's like this, as I understand it--we had better be
sure everything is quite clear. Their idea is that you will meet
and murder Rupert Dunsmore, who they have no notion is really your
own self, at Brook Bourne Spring at four tomorrow afternoon, and the
unknown somebody who is behind all this business will be in hiding
there to make sure you do your work properly.
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