He there heard, for the first time, that Launcelot
Linzie had been lurking in the grounds (exactly as he had supposed) on
the day when the lawyer took his instructions for the Settlement and the
Will.
In two hours more Turlington's work was completed. On leaving the
office--as soon as he was out of sight of the door--he turned eastward,
instead of taking the way that led to his own house in town. Pursuing
his course, he entered the labyrinth of streets which led, in that
quarter of East London, to the unsavory neighborhood of the river-side.
By this time his mind was made up. The forecast shadow of meditated
crime traveled before him already, as he threaded his way among his
fellow-men.
He had been to the vestry of St. Columb Major, and had satisfied himself
that he was misled by no false report. There was the entry in the
Marriage Register. The one unexplained mystery was the mystery of
Launce's conduct in permitting his wife to return to her father's house.
Utterly unable to account for this proceeding, Turlington could only
accept facts as they were, and determine to make the most of his time,
while the woman who had deceived him was still under his roof.
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