CHAPTER [<br >Mr. Packc r da~;g~cd the heavy bunch of keys for a moment<br >be*i， e laying it on the table.<br > *Fou* years i，a a long time to be away， ~ he s~m.~ <br > His voice wa:~. s~ drily polite ~ha-: Charles. Moray couid<br >~o~ faii t，.~ be awa~e that in the eyes ，ff his solicitor four<br >years at.~s.ence， and a consequtmt negDct of a!l tl~e bu:dness<br >arising emt of his father"， dearth and his own succes，~ion， was<br >a derciictioa. An only s~ who succeeded to a large estate<br >had no busiru:ss ~o waik the uttem-~ost pa~.s of the em th. He<br >should step into hi:~ place as a citize~， stand ~r P~iiament<br >it， the constkuency represemed by dame ge~，eration:; ~:，t his<br >family， and--settk: down<br > Cha~ies picked up the bunch of keys， looked at ~hem with<br >an odd fleeting frown， and put them m his pocket.<br > "~i)u w，..，n t be going to the house fo-.night， i suppo.se，"<br >said Mr. Packer.<br > "No. l m ~taying at The I.uxe. I just thought ~ d took in<br >and get the keys.~ <br > "! asked because t beiieve---i，~ fact i know.---that the<br >carc{aker， Lattery， is ~ut. He is always ，，~ut on Thursday<br >evening. { am aware of the fa，: :， because it is his practice<br >to cali ~t this office for hb~ wages: he comes ， et y punctu-<br >ally at five o clock~ And ! though ~ tha~. if you had any<br >intention of calling at the !~ouse. his absence rnigi~t<br >s~:rprise yoa. ~<br > "No， t shan t go round tl~ere to-night，" said Charles. }t.e<br > |<br >