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Then having to give the breast year after year all hours of the night. Selfish those t.t's are. Dog in the manger. Only one lump of sugar in my tea, if you please. He stood at Fleet street crossing. Luncheon interval. A sixpenny at Rowe's? Must look up that ad in the national library. An eightpenny in the Burton. Better. On my way. He walked on past Bolton's Westmoreland house. Tea. Tea. Tea.
I don't know whether it's this long-continued darkness, or the want of good food, but I feel more downcast than I ever was in my life before." Bolton's remark had been intended to cheer, but Fred's answer proved that a discussion of the merits of the question was not likely to have a good effect on the men, whose spirits were evidently very much cast down, so he changed the subject.
I paused, idly curious concerning the message, and: "The Red House," continued the sergeant, "in College Road? Yes, I know it. It's on Bolton's beat, and he is due here now. Very good; I'll tell him." He hung up the receiver and, turning to me, smiled and nodded his head resignedly. "The police get some funny jobs, sir," he confided. He laughed good-humoredly.
"It is all very well; but I should have preferred Bluebeard." And now Pen, to divert the conversation from a theme which was growing painful to some parties present, bethought him of his interview with Huxter in the morning, and of Fanny Bolton's affairs, which he had forgotten under the immediate pressure and excitement of his own.
Bigler that he was or could be embarrassed, than to say that a brass counterfeit dollar-piece would change color when refused; the question annoyed him a little, in Mr. Bolton's presence.
While the act of Layton heaped coals of fire upon his head, he had no alternative but to submit to a thing only less painful than utter ruin. From ruin he was saved; but he was an altered and an humbled man. THE whole purpose of Mr. Bolton's life had been the accumulation of property, with an end to his own gratification.
Obviously the six names were people definitely acquitted, in Bolton's estimation anyhow; for the "No" and the line through their names could only mean that. In this list certain names were not included I had got so far when I happened to glance at the clock and started to my feet. My appointment with Jean was already overdue.
"It was only when you told me about meeting him by the cliffs on the day of the murder that I suddenly thought of Bolton's discovery and then I saw that he must have meant Jock. At least I guessed, but I knew it would seem the wildest idea until there was a little more proof, and so I determined to make a few enquiries and then tell you at once if there seemed to be anything in my idea.
Bolton's shrewdness continued to rise as I noticed his close attention to my tale and how much to the point his questions were. Every now and then he stopped me while he made a jotting in a fat little brown leather pocket book, and at the end he observed. "Well, Mr. Merton, it's a queer case but I daresay I may be able to throw a bit of light on things before I've done."
Though I have already paid more than that sum on account of the purchase, it only brought enough to pay the encumbrance, and I am ruined." The farmer was deeply disturbed, and Mr. Bolton's feelings were much interested. "Don't be so troubled, my good friend," said the old gentleman. "You rendered me a service in the time of need, and it is now in my power to return it. The farm is still yours.
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