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Barber; he gave me the scantiest information, so I hurried to see you." "And I can't give you any more," replied Hawthwaite. "There are no details yet, my lad! All we know is that the Mayor was found dead in the Mayor's Parlour half an hour ago, and that he's been murdered. You'll have to wait for the rest." "We don't go to press till 12.30," remarked Peppermore, unperturbed by this curtness.

I did two cricket matches, a fire, a lost child, and a drowning case last Saturday." "Good!" said Brent. "Know any shorthand?" "I can do a fair bit," answered the man-of-all-work. "Learning. Can you?" "Some," replied Brent. "Did a lot once. What system?" But just then Peppermore, more in a hurry than ever, came bustling in, to beam brightly through his spectacles at sight of his visitor. "Mr.

"Well, and why 'urgent'?" asked Brent as he dropped on the seat at her side. "To make sure that you'd come," retorted Queenie. "Didn't want to leave it to chance." "I'm here!" said Brent. "Go ahead with the business." "Did you see the Monitor last night and that facsimile they gave away with it?" inquired Queenie. "I did! Saw the facsimile before it was published. Peppermore showed it to me."

As I said to her, the publicity that's attendant on all this sort of thing in England is one of the very finest of our national institutions. "Odd, sir, but, for a woman that's supposed to be modern and progressive, she didn't agree. 'I don't want to see my name in the papers in connection with this affair, Mr. Peppermore, she declared again.

But of course it was so he saw many things now. The anxiety to get the letters; the dread of publicity expressed to Peppermore; the mystery spread over many things and actions; now this affair with Mallett there was no reason to doubt Krevin Crood's accusation. The fragments of the puzzle had been pieced together.

Brent, sir, that's a fact," he gasped, tumbling headlong into Brent's room. "Heard the news, sir? All through your articles!" "Heard nothing," replied Brent. "What is it?" "I had it from the Town Clerk just now, so it's gospel truth," replied Peppermore. "The Local Government Board, sir, is, at last, moved to action! It's going to send down an inspector a real full-fledged inspector!

Peppermore nudged his companion's arm. Brent leaned nearer to him. "Not get any change out of him!" whispered Peppermore. "Cool old customer, isn't he? Sub judice, eh? Good! And yet if there's a man in all Hathelsborough that's likely to know what straws are sailing on the undercurrent, Mr. Brent, Krevin Crood's the man!

And here, about the bar, and in knots up and down the room and at the little tables in the corners, was a noontide assemblage, every man with a glass in his hand or at his elbow. Peppermore drew Brent into a vacant alcove and gave him a significant glance. "I guess there isn't a man in this room, Mr. Brent, that hasn't got his own theory about what happened last night," he murmured.

That done, and in his new character of townsman and property owner, Brent sought out Peppermore, and into that worthy's itching and astonished ears poured out a confession which the editor of the Monitor was to keep secret until next day; after which, retiring to his sitting-room at the Chancellor, he took up pen and paper, and proceeded to write a document which occasioned him more thought than he usually gave to his literary productions.

He's chairman of the Financial Committee too; and it was in financial matters that Mr. Wallingford was wanting to make these reforms you've mentioned. If there's anything known I mean that I don't know Alderman Crood's the most likely man to know it." "Alderman Crood," remarked Peppermore softly, "knows everything that goes on in Hathelsborough everything!"