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Brent pricked his ears he scarcely knew why. "Wellesley?" he said. "What? Was he a a suitor?" "Oh, well," answered Tansley, "I think the lady's one of the sort that's much fonder of men's society than of women's, you know. Anyway, after she came here, she and Wellesley seemed to take to each other, and she used to be in his company a good deal used to go out driving with him, a lot, and so on.
"Whatever am I going to do now? Homeless!" "Not much!" exclaimed Brent. "You come along with me, Queenie. I'm a good hand at thinking fast. I'll put you up, warm and comfortable, at Mother Appleyard's; and as quick as the thing can be done we'll be married. Got that into your little head? Come on, then!" That night Brent told Tansley of what had happened and what he was going to do.
Do you think there's a soul in Hathelsborough who believes that Peppermore could write them? Now, they're a mistake! They may be true " "They are true!" growled Brent. "Granted! But, however true they are, they're an attack on Hathelsborough," said Tansley. "Now, of whatever political colour they are, Hathelsborough folk are Hathelsborough folk, and they're prouder of this old town than you know.
Simon nodded sullenly, as if he comprehended; from that point forward he kept his small eyes firmly fixed on the witness. Tansley, too, noticed these things, and bent towards his companion with a meaning glance. "This young woman knows something!" he muttered. "And those two chaps in the dock know what it is!"
Tansley gave him a significant glance, nodding his head sideways at other men near them. "Going to be a more serious affair, this, than the first was, Brent," he whispered. "These police chaps have either got something up their sleeves or Hawthwaite's got some bee in his bonnet!
The discovery of Wallingford's will, which lay uppermost amongst a small collection of private papers in a drawer of the dead man's desk, led Brent and Tansley into a new train of thought.
Cotman suddenly sat down, and turned to his client with a smile on his lips. Evidently he made some cynical remark to Wellesley, for Wellesley smiled too. "Smart chap, Cotman!" whispered Tansley to Brent. "That bit of cross-exam'll tell with the jury. And now, what next?"
Saumarez, I understand, is a woman who dabbles in politics, and your cousin interested her. And when a woman gets deeply interested in a man ?" "I guess you're right," assented Brent. "Well, I'll step along and see her." He left Tansley in the hotel and went away along the market-place, wondering a good deal about the information just given to him.
Brent was looking at these two when Tansley nudged his elbow. "You see that handsome woman over there next to the older one?" he whispered. "That's the Mrs. Saumarez you've heard of that your unfortunate cousin was very friendly with. Rich young widow, she is, and deuced pretty and attractive Wallingford used to dine with her a good deal. I wonder if she's any ideas about this mystery?
Wellesley is a very handsome man. Now, my cousin was about as plain and insignificant a chap to look at as ever I came across poor fellow!" "Your cousin was a damned clever chap!" said Tansley incisively. "He'd got brains, my dear sir, and where women cleverish women, anyhow are concerned, brains are going to win all the way and come in winners by as many lengths as you please! Mrs.
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