The information which you have received is palpably
erroneous.
"Why not refer to Lord Arranmore himself? He would certainly confirm
what I say, and finally dispose of the matter.
"Yours sincerely,
"VICTOR LACROIX."
"A very interesting letter," Lord Arranmore remarked. "Well?"
Brooks crumpled the letter up and flung it into the waste-paper basket.
"Lord Arranmore," he said, "I made this inquiry behind your back, and in
a sense I am ashamed of having done so. Yet I beg you to put yourself
in my position. You must admit that my father's disappearance from the
world was a little extraordinary. He was a man whose life was more than
exemplary--it was saintly. For year after year he worked in the
police-courts amongst the criminal classes. His whole life was one long
record of splendid devotion. His health at last breaks down, and he is
sent by his friends for a voyage to Australia. He never returns. Years
afterwards his papers and particulars of his death are sent home from
one of the loneliest spots in the Empire. A few weeks ago you found me
out and told me of his last days.
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