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"MR. GIFFORD BRERETON, Having learnt from the newspapers that you are acting as counsel for John Harborough, charged with the murder of a man named Kitely at Highmarket, I send you the enclosed £900 to be used in furthering Harborough's defence. You will use it precisely as you think fit. You are not to spare it nor any endeavour to prove Harborough's innocence which is known to the sender.
Kitely motioned his landlord to sit down. And Cotherstone sat down trembling. His arm shook when Kitely laid a hand on it. "Do you want to know where?" he asked, bending close to Cotherstone. "I'll tell you. In the dock at Wilchester Assizes. Eh?" Cotherstone made no answer. He had put the tips of his fingers together, and now he was tapping the nails of one hand against the nails of the other.
He had certainly been shocked when Garthwaite burst in with the news but this shock did not seem to be of the ordinary sort. To put the whole thing into a narrow compass, it seemed as if Cotherstone appeared to be positively pleased to hear and to find beyond doubt that Kitely was dead.
I'll mix you a good glass of toddy such as the late Kitely always let me mix for his nightcap, and then I'll leave you. The bed's aired, there's plenty of clothing on it, all's safe, and you can sleep as if you were a baby in a cradle, for I always sleep like a dog, with one ear and an eye open, and I'll take good care naught disturbs you, so there!"
Cotherstone, in the early hours of the evening, had doubtless thought the whole thing out. He would be well acquainted with his prospective victim's habits. He would know exactly when and where to waylay Kitely.
But I did naught but think I didn't want exposure for my daughter's sake: I'd ha' given anything to avoid it, naturally. I had young Bent and that friend of his, Brereton, to supper that night I was so full of thought that I went out and left 'em for an hour or more. The truth was I wanted to get a word with Kitely.
And Kitely sat there, a hand on his victim's arm, his face sinister and purposeful, close to his. "Fact!" he murmured. "Absolute fact! I remember everything. It's come on me bit by bit, though. I thought I knew you when I first came here then I had a feeling that I knew Mallalieu. And in time I remembered everything!
Brereton, that any person hereabouts or elsewhere should entertain such suspicions of her as you seemed I speak, sir, from information furnished to suggest, in your examination of her today. And so, sir, I wish to tell you this. I acted as legal adviser to the late Mr. Kitely. I made his will. I have that will in this bag. And to put matters in a nutshell, Mr.
There were the initials M. & C. There was a date if it was a date 81. What in Kitely's memorandum the initials S. B. might mean, it was useless to guess at. His memorandum, indeed, was as cryptic as an Egyptian hieroglyph. But Stoner's memorandum was fuller, more explicit. The M. & C. of the Kitely entry had been expanded to Mallows and Chidforth.
"He was in the bank this morning or yesterday morning, as it now is when Kitely drew his money. There may be naught in that and there may be a lot. Anyway, he knew the old man had a goodish bit on him." The superintendent nodded, but his manner was doubtful. "Well, of course, that's evidence considering things," he said, "but you know as well as I do, Mr.
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