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"What's certain sure is that he'll have to be quietened. I must go I've an appointment. Are you coming out?" "Not yet," replied Cotherstone. "I've all these papers to go through. Well, think it well over. He's a man to be feared." Mallalieu made no answer. He, like Kitely, went off without a word of farewell, and Cotherstone was once more left alone.
Besides, in your case there's another thing there's your daughter." Cotherstone groaned a deep, unmistakable groan of sheer torture. But Kitely went on remorselessly. "Your daughter's just about to marry the most promising young man in the place," he said. "A young fellow with a career before him.
Nobody but an absolute fool, a consummate idiot, thought Cotherstone, would have done a thing like that. The man who flies is the man who has reason to fly that was Cotherstone's opinion, and in his belief ninety-nine out of every hundred persons in Highmarket would share it.
For the doctor said to him what he had said to Cotherstone and to Bent and to the rest of the group in the wood that whoever had strangled Kitely had had experience in that sort of grim work before or else he was a sailorman who had expert knowledge of tying knots.
Then there was the fact of Cotherstone's curious abstraction when he, Stoner, entered and found his employer sitting in the darkness, long after Kitely had gone Cotherstone had said he was asleep, but Stoner knew that to be a fib.
Mallalieu was a quick walker, and he covered this distance at his top speed. But during those few minutes he came to a conclusion, for he was as quick of thought as in the use of his feet. Of course, Cotherstone had killed Kitely. That was certain.
But this offer received no answer, and in five minutes more Mallalieu heard the case adjourned for a week and himself and Cotherstone committed to Norcaster Gaol in the meantime. Without a look at his fellow-prisoner he turned out of the dock and was escorted back to the private room in the Town Hall from which he had been brought.
One of the policemen, having satisfied his curiosity stepped back and began to search the surroundings with the aid of his lamp. He suddenly uttered a sharp exclamation. "Here's something!" he said, stooping to the foot of a pine-tree and picking up a dark object. "An old pocket-book nothing in it, though." "That was his," remarked Cotherstone. "I've seen it before.
They had been as successful in administering the affairs of the little town as in conducting their own, and in time both had attained high honours: Mallalieu was now wearing the mayoral chain for the second time; Cotherstone, as Borough Treasurer, had governed the financial matters of Highmarket for several years.
It's this is my daughter going to suffer from aught that may or may not be raked up against her father? Let me know that! if you want any words from me." Bent flushed angrily. "You ought to know what my answer is!" he exclaimed. "It's no!" "That'll do!" said Cotherstone. "I know you you're a man of your word." He turned to Tallington. "Now I'll reply to you," he went on.
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