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"And that's the reason of Mrs. Mallett's sudden flight if you call it so; is it, doctor?" asked Hawthwaite, who had been listening intently. "That's the reason yes," replied Wellesley. "What's she going to do?" inquired Hawthwaite. "Divorce?" "She said something about a legal separation," answered Wellesley. "I suppose it will come to the other thing."
But, within the rapidly emptying court Brent, Tansley and Hawthwaite were grouped around Meeking the barrister was indulging in some private remarks upon the morning's proceedings, chiefly addressed to the police superintendent. "There's no doubt about it, you know," he was saying.
Brent came and I brought him up, and we found his Worship as you see." "Somebody's been lying in wait for him," muttered Hawthwaite. "Hid in this room!" "Nobody here five minutes before he came up, sir," affirmed Bunning. "I was up here myself. There was nobody in here, and nobody in this part of the building." Hawthwaite looked round the room, and Brent looked with him.
"So to speak; so to speak!" said Hawthwaite. "There are things of course " "Where does Alderman Crood live?" asked Brent. Already he was moving towards the door. "As I can do nothing here, I'll go to him at once. I'm not going to leave a stone unturned in this matter, superintendent." "Quite right, Mr. Brent, quite right! Neither will I," asserted Hawthwaite.
Wellesley in fact, I am very much surprised that, ignoring these proceedings altogether, they have not gone to the length of arresting him! Perhaps that's a card which Superintendent Hawthwaite still keeps up his sleeve. I may tell him, on behalf of my client, that he's quite welcome to arrest Dr. Wellesley and bring him before the magistrates whenever he likes! But as Dr.
But this time it was not the Coroner who put questions to the witness. There had been some whispering between him, Hawthwaite and Meeking, the barrister who represented the police authorities, and it was Meeking who turned to the girl and began to get her information from her by means of bland, suavely-expressed, half-suggesting interrogatories.
I don't care twopence what Wellesley said; I believe he was, and is, after her, and of course he'd be jealous enough about her being so friendly with Wallingford. There's a deal more in all this than's come out yet let me tell you that!" "I don't think anybody will contradict you, Hawthwaite," observed the barrister dryly. "But the pertinent fact is what I tell you the fact of access!
"She's a young widow lady, very wealthy, it's understood, who came to live in the town some two years ago," replied Hawthwaite. "Very handsome young woman you'll be seeing her.
"Nothing, sir, except that he supposed Superintendent Hawthwaite was seeing to everything." "Did you happen to tell him that I was here?" "I did, sir; I said his Worship's cousin from London had just come. No harm, sir, I hope?" "Not a bit glad you did," said Brent. "He'll expect me." He said good night to the man and walked forward to Alderman Crood's door.
Hawthwaite came in again, carrying something in his hand, concealed by a piece of brown paper. His face betokened a discovery. "Look here!" he said. "No secret about it you can mention it, Peppermore. Just after you and I had gone out of the Mayor's Parlour, Mr. Brent, Bunning picked something out of the hearth, where it was half-burnt, and what's left charred, and gave it to Dr. Wellesley. See!"
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