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"Who were his friends?" "That I can't tell you, for 'e were very close, an' when 'e went out of doors I never knowd where 'e went, which is jest like 'em; for they ses they're goin' to work, an' you finds 'em in the beershop. Mr. Whyte told me 'e was a-goin' to marry a heiress, 'e was." "Ah!" interjected Mr. Gorby, sapiently. "He 'ad only one friend as I ever saw a Mr.
It could not have been anything so bulky, or the dead man would never have carried it about inside his waistcoat. It was something Hat, which could easily lie in the pocket a paper some valuable paper which the assassin wanted, and for which he killed the other." "This is all very well," said Mr. Gorby, throwing down the waistcoat, and rising. "I have found number two before number one.
Sampson, as she opened the door for him, "as I'll 'ave the pleasure of seein' you again should any business on be'alf of Mr. Fitzgerald require it." "Oh, I'll see you again," said Mr. Gorby, with heavy jocularity, "and in a way you won't like, as you'll be called as a witness," he added, mentally. "Did I understand you to say, Mrs. Sampson," he went on, "that Mr.
"Makes what right?" asked the landlady, sharply. "And 'ow do you know my clock was ten minutes wrong?" "Oh, it was, was it?" asked Gorby, eagerly. "I'm not denyin' of it," replied Mrs. Sampson; "clocks ain't allays to be relied on more than men an' women but it won't be anythin' agin 'is insurance, will it, as in general 'e's in afore twelve?"
"Was in love with someone else," finished Moreland. "Exactly! Yes, she loved a Mr. Brian Fitzgerald, to whom she is now engaged. He was mad on her; and Whyte and he used to quarrel desperately over the young lady." "Indeed!" said Mr. Gorby. "And do you know this Mr. Fitzgerald?" "Oh, dear, no!" answered the other, coolly. "Whyte's friends were not mine.
"I have." "Then who do you think murdered Whyte?" Mr. Gorby paused a moment, and then said deliberately: "I have an idea but I am not certain when I am certain, I'll speak." "You think Fitzgerald killed my friend," said Moreland. "I see it in your face." Mr. Gorby smiled. "Perhaps," he said, ambiguously. "Wait till I'm certain."
"No!" answered Kilsip, rather dismally; "but I have, an idea." "So had Gorby," retorted Calton, dryly, "an idea that ended in smoke. Have you any practical proofs?" "Not yet." "That means you are going to get some?" "If possible." "Much virtue in 'if," quoted Calton, picking up a pencil, and scribbling idly on his blotting paper. "And to whom does your suspicion point?" "Aha!" said Mr.
"Ah! but I may have yet." "Going a-hunting yourself, are you?" said Gorby, with an indignant snort. "A-hunting for what for a man as is already caught?" "I don't believe you've got the right man," remarked Kilsip, deliberately. Mr. Gorby looked upon him with a smile of pity. "No! of course you don't, just because I've caught him; perhaps, when you see him hanged, you'll believe it then?"
Meanwhile, Kilsip remained seated in his chair, humming an operatic air and chinking the handcuffs together, by way of accompaniment. He felt intensely pleased with himself, the more so, as he saw that by this capture he would be ranked far above Gorby. "And what would Gorby say? Gorby, who had laughed at all his ideas as foolish, and who had been quite wrong from the first. If only "
Fitzgerald is a-goin' to be married soon, an' I 'opes 'e'll be 'appy, tho' thro' it I loses a lodger as 'as allays paid regler, an' be'aved like a gentleman." "So he is a temperate man?" said Mr. Gorby, feeling his way cautiously. "Not bein' a blue ribbing all the same," answered Mrs.
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