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But the secret was keenly and vividly alive in their own hearts, and when Mallalieu faced the truth he knew that he suspected Cotherstone, and when Cotherstone put things squarely to himself he knew that he suspected Mallalieu.
"No need to grow warm," he answered. "Of course, it's excusable in you. Who am I? Well, if you really want to know, I've been employed in the police line for thirty-five years until lately." "A detective!" exclaimed Cotherstone. "Not when I was present at Wilchester that time," replied Kitely. "But afterwards in due course. Ah! do you know, I often was curious as to what became of you both!
The superintendent had risen and was taking down his overcoat. "Do you know that this woman's leaving the town tomorrow?" he said. "And there's her nephew with her, now been here for a week? Of course, I understand why you've told me all this, Mr. Cotherstone now that your old affair at Wilchester is common knowledge, far and wide, you don't care, and you don't see any reason for more secrecy?"
Now Mallalieu was by that time more certain than ever that Cotherstone was the murderer, and he felt sure that Cotherstone had no experience of that sort of thing. "Done with a single twist and a turn!" he muttered to himself as he walked back to the police-station. "Aye aye! that seems to show knowledge.
She had listened carefully to Cotherstone; now she turned to Bent. "Windle," she said, as quietly as if she were asking the most casual of questions, "wouldn't it upset all your arrangements for next year? You see, father," she went on, turning to Cotherstone, "Windle had arranged everything.
Mallalieu, whatever he thought, knew very well that he would never say what he thought to Cotherstone; Cotherstone knew precisely the same thing with regard to Mallalieu. But this silence bred irritation, and as the days went by the irritation became more than Cotherstone could bear.
He gave one glance at his partner and Cotherstone gave one swift look at him and there was something in Cotherstone's look which communicated a sudden sense of uneasy fear to Mallalieu: it was a look of curious intelligence, almost a sort of signal. And Mallalieu experienced a vague feeling of dread as he turned to the doctor.
He walked out at that, and Cotherstone, shaking with anger, relapsed into a chair and cursed his fate. And after a time he recovered himself and began to think, and his thoughts turned instinctively to Lettie. Mallalieu was right of course, he was right! Anything that he, Cotherstone, could say or do in the way of bringing up the things that must be suppressed would ruin Lettie's chances.
Kitely?" he asked. "No," answered Kitely, "no, I can't say that there is." There was something odd, almost taciturn, in his manner, and Cotherstone glanced at him a little wonderingly. "And how do you like Highmarket, now you've had a spell of it?" he inquired. "Got settled down, I suppose, now?" "It's all that I expected," replied Kitely. "Quiet peaceful. How do you like it?"
I went up the wood at the side of my house towards Kitely's cottage and all of a sudden I came across a man lying on the ground him! just where we found him afterwards." "Dead?" asked the superintendent. "Only just," replied Cotherstone. "But he was dead and I saw what had caused his death, for I struck a match to look at him.
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