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"I'm going to arrest Moreland right off," said Kilsip. There was a silence for a few moments, and then Calton spoke again. "I suppose it must be so poor girl poor girl." "I'm very sorry for the young lady myself," said the detective in his soft, low voice; "but you see I cannot let a dangerous criminal escape for a mere matter of sentiment." "Of course not," said Fitzgerald, sharply.
He would cut the Gordian knot of all his difficulties, and then his secret would be safe; safe? no, it could not be while Moreland lived. When he was dead Moreland would see Madge and embitter her life with the story of her father's sins yes he must live to protect her, and drag his weary chain of bitter remembrance through life, always with that terrible sword of Damocles hanging over him.
Moreland who comed 'ere with 'm, an' was allays with 'im brother-like." "What is this Mr. Moreland like?" "Good-lookin' enough," said Mrs. Hableton sourly, "but 'is 'abits weren't as good as 'is face 'andsom is as 'andsom does, is what I ses." "I wonder if he knows anything about this affair," thought Gorby to himself "Where is Mr. Moreland to be found?" he asked.
"Come," said Moreland; "now we are getting to it. Tell us all about that." "Well, sir," said the seaman, "I don't care to larn them as laughs at everything they hain't seen in maybe a dozen voyages at most; but you know me, and I knows you; though you command the ship, and I work before the mast.
They had three children: little Ellen had grown to a lively, rosy-cheeked, merry-faced girl of eleven years; and George, who had followed Ellen, was in his seventh year, and after him came the baby, now just completing the twelfth month of its innocent, happy life. It was in the season when the farmers' toil is rewarded, and William Moreland was among those whose labor had met an ample return.
"By Jove, you must have been pretty certain of his guilt," remarked Chinston, dryly. "Of course I was," retorted Kilsip, in a satisfied tone of voice. "When I told the magistrate where I found the coat, and reminded him of Moreland's acknowledgment at the trial, that he had it in his possession before the murder, I soon got him to see the necessity of having Moreland arrested."
I got up and left town for the country by the six-thirty train, so I knew nothing about the matter until I came back to Melbourne tonight. That's all I know." "And you had no impression that Whyte was watched that night?" "No, I had not," answered Moreland, frankly. "He was in pretty good spirits, though he was put out at first." "What was the cause of his being put out?"
"Shirley is in the Moreland police station," he announced. "She was picked up during the height of the storm with her express wagon. I'll go over in the car and bring her home. Want to come, Rosemary?" Rosemary did, and the sun was shining out again as they took their places in the roadster. "Don't look so sober, dear," said Doctor Hugh, glancing at the grave face close to his shoulder.
"Come in, come in," said Moreland, with a hearty welcome in his voice. "No, I thank you, I can't stop now. Good evening," replied the neighbor. "Good evening," responded Moreland, turning from the door, and handing the letter to Jane. "It must be from Ellen," Mrs. Moreland remarked, as she broke the seal. "It is a long time since we heard from then; I wonder how they are doing."
"Half-past four," said Calton, pausing for a moment at the door and looking at his watch. "I'm afraid it's rather late to catch Moreland to-day; however, I'll see what Thinton and Tarbit know," and he went out. The rest sat waiting his return, and chatted about the curious end of the hansom cab mystery, when, in about ten minutes, Calton rushed in hurriedly and closed the door after him quickly.
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