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Bridget, oldest of the ward, general caretaker and best beloved, hunched herself up on her pillows until she was sitting reasonably straight, and clapped her hands. "Whist!" she called, softly. "Whist there, all o' ye! What's ailin'?" Eight woebegone pairs of eyes turned in her direction. "Ye needn't be afeared o' speakin'. Miss Peggie give us leave to talk quiet."
That part the police part is to be left to them." "I understand," said Selwood. "Very well we will get out, if you please, and we will go straight to Professor Cox-Raythwaite. At two o'clock I shall ring you up and give you our answer." He hurried Peggie into a taxi-cab as soon as Mrs.
"One chamber had been discharged. Mr. Herapath had been shot through the right temple, evidently at close quarters. I should say and our surgeon says he had died instantly. And I think that's all I need say just now." Peggie, who had listened to this with unmoved countenance, involuntarily stepped towards the door. "Let us go to him," she said. "I suppose he's still here?"
I remember she had a governess. Of course, Peggie was a mere child then about five or six. Must have been six, because she's quite twenty-one now." "And Mr. Tertius?" Burchill spoke the name with a good deal of subtle meaning, and Barthorpe suddenly looked at him with a rising comprehension. "Tertius?" he answered. "No Tertius hadn't arrived on the scene then. He came soon after."
Peggie looked sharply from Selwood to the police official, and a sudden flush of colour flamed into her cheeks. "Suicide?" she exclaimed. "Never! Murder? That may be. Tell me what you have found," she went on eagerly. "Don't keep things back! don't you see I want to know?" The inspector closed the door and came nearer to where the three were standing.
And then the House Surgeon re-entered with Bridget in his arms, looking very scared until she spied "Miss Peggie." The President did the nicest thing, proving himself the good man he really was. He crossed hands with the House Surgeon, thereby making a swinging chair for Bridget, and together they held her while Margaret MacLean explained: "It's this way, dear.
Peggie fumbled with the seal of the envelope and then, with a sudden impulse, passed it to Selwood. "Mr. Selwood!" she exclaimed imploringly. "You I can't. You open it, and " "And let him read it," added Mr. Tertius. Selwood, whose nerves had been strung to a high pitch of excitement by this scene, hastily slit open the envelope, and drew out a folded sheet of foolscap paper.
That he was no relation Selwood judged from the way in which he was always addressed by Herapath and by Peggie Wynne. To them as to all the servants he was Mr. Tertius whether that was his surname or not, Selwood did not know. There was nothing mysterious or doubtful about the great pile of buildings at which the automobile presently stopped. They were practical and concrete facts.
At present I don't want Mr. Barthorpe Herapath to know what he told us. Be careful, my dear not a word! I'll tell you why later on but at present, silence strict silence!" Barthorpe Herapath came bustling into the room, followed by Selwood, who, as it seemed to Peggie, looked utterly unwilling for whatever task might lay before him. At sight of Mr.
"Found dead by the caretaker in his private office. And it's here Mr. Selwood, it's either suicide or murder. That's flat!" Selwood got his two companions inside the building and into a waiting-room. Peggie turned on him at once. "I see you know," she said. "Tell me at once what it is. Don't be afraid, Mr. Selwood I'm not likely to faint nor to go into hysterics. Neither is Mr. Tertius.
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