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“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Samuel Cartwright said sincerely
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Cartwright says it is an accident, as do you
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Cartwright, and Bernice
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Cartwright and he threw Bernice to the ground!”
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“Maybe that was your whole plan,” Cartwright snapped
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With Cartwright against him, it would not be long before the others followed suit and convicted him of conspiring to hold the committee hostage with the land
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Cartwright leaned back and clutched his lapels with confidence and subtle arrogance
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“But if we come clean, it will be much easier,” Cartwright argued
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As he did so, he saw Robert Cartwright in his trademark three-piece wool suit pass by
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Though he had never met Cartwright, Wickland had heard many compliments about the gentleman and his intellectual capabilities
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Though he had at first doubted the validity of such claims as nothing more than mere aggrandizement of fairly routine accomplishments, Wickland had found a new respect for Cartwright after hearing a speech concerning the long-run economic impacts of overdevelopment in the condominium market that had been presented at the local university and broadcast on their television station
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Cartwright?” he inquired
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Wickland immediately found it curious that Cartwright had left the country so soon after Spalding’s death—even though he could hardly be considered a suspect at this point
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“By the way,” Wickland said as he arose from his chair, “is there any way that I can get in touch with Cartwright? I would like to ask him a few questions if that is possible, and I would rather not wait until he returns from his trip—whenever that may be
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Wickland thought the card was very elegant and sophisticated—both qualities that he had heard belonged to Cartwright
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“Is that a fact? Why did Cartwright intimidate him?”
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“He said that Cartwright was very smart
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He felt that Cartwright thought he was beneath him
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He said that Cartwright was ruthless and cunning—that’s why he had gotten so far at such a young age
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Shoving his hands in his pockets, he located the business card for Robert Cartwright that had been given to him by Jerry Barkley
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Flipping the card over, he matched the handwritten contact number for Cartwright during his trip to Canada (if his memory served correctly) with the hotel concierge number
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As he pondered the discovery, he concluded that, though it may have been too high class for Spalding’s means, Le Manoir Richelieu was certainly well suited for Cartwright
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Could it be then that Cartwright was Mr
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Fairmont were correct, the scar on the face would eliminate Cartwright from that
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Of course, Cartwright was an intimidating figure for Spalding, if Janet’s remarks were genuine, thus mitigating the possibility of any direct connection between the two
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It would not have been the first time that Wickland had observed a weaker business partner who was slightly frightened by a more dominating figure—perhaps the role that Cartwright had assumed
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This was certainly enough to warrant some further investigation into Cartwright and his movements over the last week as well as any other possible connection to Spalding
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Cartwright a little bit later to discuss the matter with him
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Cartwright, he did not know enough about the man to formulate any opinions regarding his possible involvement in the affair
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He was at the point now that further investigation into the allegedly wealthy and ruthless Cartwright, by whom Spalding had been intimidated, was warranted
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Wickland looked at Graisco from the corner of his eye, knowing that his colleague was trying to make a connection between this and his request to get more information on Robert Cartwright
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“No, not Cartwright, but we still need to know about him
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What’s this about Cartwright?”
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“I hear that Spalding was intimidated by Cartwright for some reason or another
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“Hell, I’d be intimidated if not outright scared of Cartwright
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“Lieutenant, I understand you have been inquiring about me,” Cartwright continued before Wickland could respond
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“My apologies, Cartwright,” he said
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“I see,” Cartwright said petulantly
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He had no reason to believe that Cartwright was not being truthful though he was still slightly disturbed that he had managed to obtain his private cell number
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Cartwright asked with keen interest
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“So it would seem, Cartwright,” Wickland said with an unintentional sarcasm as he took a drag on his cigarette
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There was a slight pause before Cartwright continued, “Lieutenant, I’m sure you’re aware that Max had been involved in some land deal with the Versailles Golf Club
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“Yes,” Cartwright said, “there’s too much secrecy about the Versailles, Max’s involvement in the deal, everything
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“Among others?” Cartwright hinted
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Cartwright cleared his throat
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“Thank you for calling, Cartwright
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“I may not have mentioned it,” Wickland said, “but Cartwright is at Le Manoir Richelieu in Quebec, the same place where Spalding was last week meeting with Fairmont
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“We’ll send an e-mail from Spalding’s account, but it can be signed by Cartwright
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He then settled in his office to make arrangements for Cartwright’s meeting with Fairmont, which had been agreed upon by Cartwright following a phone conversation on the ride back to the FBI’s local office
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Cartwright seemed eager, perhaps too eager, to help, which concerned Wickland slightly as from experience the general public seemed mesmerized by the prospect of helping police investigations in the mistaken impression that it was risk free as perpetuated by the plethora of crime dramas on television
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In the end, however, Wickland was confident that Cartwright was fully aware of the risks and the gravity of the situation
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He felt confident that Cartwright would be able to help him and suggested he allow ample time later for a full briefing on the situation as the more insight that was available to him, the more likely he was to be able to perpetuate this charade with Fairmont
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Rumors did have it that Cartwright wants to kill the project
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“Why Cartwright? What does he have to gain?”
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Cartwright, I’m sorry to hear of Mr
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Following a lengthy conversation with Cartwright during which he brought him up to speed on all that they knew about Spalding and his involvement with Fairmont, he had a hearty dinner, then went home to a hot shower and some mindless television
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Cartwright was seated comfortably on a plush green sofa in the richly appointed lobby of Le Manoir Richelieu, the Castle on a Cliff, overlooking the Saint Lawrence River
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Cartwright was sufficiently prepared given Wickland’s thorough briefing the prior evening
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“Thank you for coming today,” Cartwright said kindly but in a distinctly business tone as he resumed his seat, sitting slightly forward on the sofa
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Fairmont,” Cartwright offered with narrowed eyes and a brief gesture of open palms, “let’s not play games
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Cartwright had anticipated the inevitable line of questioning
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“Max was the front man for me on this and many other things,” Cartwright continued
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Cartwright, I am afraid that I can’t be of much assistance to you
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Cartwright, at this point, I 262
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They had been clever; but Cartwright, from all indications, had outfoxed them by initially getting Spalding put on the committee
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“I was planning on giving it to the city’s attorney and Cartwright
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Cartwright is on the committee and in a position where this information could be quite useful
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“I am just paranoid enough to wonder if Cartwright was planning on that all along
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Cartwright, what has the MOD done in this particular case?'
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Cartwright smiled again; the briefest of smiles this time
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turned out to be Cartwright – did not try to escape while he was waiting his
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Police Constable Jimmy Cartwright did not have a strong stomach at the best of times, and it nearly gave up on him completely as he ventured in to the hallway
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Why, even when he was practically on his knees in Charles Street, telling her she was the most beautiful thing on God's earth, though she liked it very much with one half of her, the other half was wondering if Miss Cartwright had remembered to ring up Harrods about cleaning the chair covers
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The footman, the butler, and Miss Cartwright looked at each other
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Miss Cartwright was not one, normally, to look at butlers and footmen, but on this occasion a common perplexity levelled social distinctions
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In the dim light she saw, as she described the scene afterwards to Miss Cartwright, the 'Yslups behaving in a way she couldn't have believed
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Long before Miss Cartwright got to the telephone, she had quite decided she would forgive them
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"Hullo, Job--back again?" she interrupted her thoughts to say aloud--the telephone was at her mouth, and down in the office Miss Cartwright had just hurriedly clapped it to her ear--for there he was, or seemed to be, by her side--and looking at her so reproachfully, poor Job, looking at her as much as to say, "But what about the disciplinary methods you applied to me? And since when, my Fanny--" at least he didn't call her his Fanny Wanny--"have you been sure mercy is always best?"
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These three remarks, obviously addressed to the ex-master of the house, greatly excited Miss Cartwright, whose imagination, stirred by Manby's pithy if reluctant answers to her questions, had lately been playing round Mr
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"Oh, _now_ they're for it!" Miss Cartwright exulted, flying to the bell and ringing it so violently that a footman actually came running
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Manby had told her she had been telephoning to someone early, before Miss Cartwright, who spent the week-ends with her aged mother at Ponders End, had got back
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For Miss Cartwright had come to the conclusion from Manby's answers to her questions, answers always whispered, always reluctant and having to be dragged out of her, but full of pith once out, that the late master of the house must have been exactly the sort of man she, Miss Cartwright, admired
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How much Miss Cartwright liked men who were thus undone! She had never met any, but was sure they existed; and here, twenty-two years too early for her, one of them had existed in this very house
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At first there was a silence, a motionlessness in the house, reminding her of Armistice Day, for the staff was holding its breath, expecting judgment to fall on it directly its two heads emerged from the room of Fate upstairs; but long before Miss Cartwright, waiting for her telephone to ring, had started wondering, and from wondering had proceeded to uneasiness, the house began to stir, to make faint movements of thankfully resumed work
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To these accustomed sounds Miss Cartwright listened in growing wonder
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Miss Cartwright stared in silence
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But she wasn't going to say so to Miss Cartwright
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And it was true that, after being hang-dog to excess, during the second week the staff, finding it against nature to go on being sorry indefinitely, did begin to brisk up, to the great scandal of Miss Cartwright, who considered this brisking-up altogether premature, and would have had them on their knees, for at least a year
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Not enough to do, Miss Cartwright privately criticized, to whom such of the idle rich as were women were becoming daily more distasteful
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Usually she just fidgeted about, vaguely sketched the contents of a letter or two she wanted written, glanced at her engagement list, inquired--that was since the supper-party,--if Miss Cartwright didn't think she had too many servants for one woman, and when she received the cautious answer, "It's the house, really," would look thoughtful, and say nothing
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But this time she came in to tell her to write out a cheque for twenty pounds, and Miss Cartwright, taken unawares while thinking warm things about Mr
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Miss Cartwright, to rouse her, for she appeared to have fallen into an abstraction, suggested that perhaps she could give her some clue as to where in Bethnal Green she might most fruitfully search for the payee, and Fanny, after gazing at her a moment collecting her thoughts, gave her the brother--a priest in a cassock, she said; explaining that everyone was sure to know where he lived, because he stood on chairs in the street and preached
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But Fanny wasn't interested in to-night; and she was just telling Miss Cartwright that as she would be in all day and wouldn't want the car, Griffiths had better drive her to Bethnal Green, for he knew the way at least to where the chair had been, when the telephone on the table rang, and Miss Cartwright, taking it up, the following brief conversation, of which Fanny only heard the half at her end, took place:
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Unaccustomed to such treatment, unaccustomed, indeed, for twenty years to any treatment except obsequiousness, Edward asked himself in amazement whether, then, a little scrap of a secretary-girl really imagined she could prevent his speaking to anyone he wanted to, and Miss Cartwright had hardly resumed reading out of the engagement-book when there he was, telephoning again
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She went over to the looking-glass in front of which Miss Cartwright was accustomed to titivate, to see how her hair was getting on after the shake he had given her, tucking, as she went, a straying curl behind her ear
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"Miss Cartwright has sent up this letter, m'lady," said Manby, meeting her when she went back into the bedroom after her bath
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Skeffington,"--a remark which upset Manby's decent calm to the extent, as she afterwards told Miss Cartwright, of feeling ready to drop
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What business had the secretary to go into the library and upset the dog? It had been as quiet as--as the other contents of the room till Miss Cartwright went pushing herself forward, and the noise it made had sent him hurrying upstairs, followed by two of his footmen, to take cover with Mr
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Not till she reached the last step did she remember that she couldn't possibly show herself to him as she was now, and pulling up short was on the point of turning round and going upstairs again to George, tell him to collect his friend, leave the house, and never let her set eyes on him again, when the library door opened, and Miss Cartwright, pursued by barks, hurriedly came out of it
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A single glance at Fanny's face, as she peeped through the door at her walking along the passage to the stairs, had convinced her that yet one more of these situations was upon them, and hurrying back into the bedroom she telephoned down to Miss Cartwright, and asked her if she knew what it was