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But to be candid, I didn't expect to see you, and I don't know why you've come." Barthorpe slowly produced the letter-case from his pocket, took Burchill's letter from it, and held it before him. "That's what brought me here," he said significantly. "That! Of course, you recognize it." Burchill glanced at the letter without turning a hair.
Don't forget that I found both doors open when I went there! That's a point that mustn't be overlooked." "There's absolutely nothing else you can think of?" asked Selwood. Barthorpe shook his head. No there was nothing he was sure of that. And then he turned eagerly to the question of finding Burchill.
They say that the proof that that conspiracy existed is found in certain documents discovered by Davidge at Burchill's flat, in which documents Barthorpe covenants to pay Burchill ten per cent. of the value of the Herapath property if and when he, Barthorpe, comes into it.
Foolish foolish! Or, since that is, perhaps, too strong a word indiscreet. Indiscreet and unnecessary. Say so, pray, to Mr. Jacob Herapath." Barthorpe remained silent a moment; then he put the letter back in the case and gave Burchill a sharp steady look. "Good gracious, man!" he said quietly. "Are you pretending? Or haven't you heard? Say that to Jacob Herapath? Jacob Herapath is dead!"
He turned to Professor Cox-Raythwaite. "I'll put the same question to you?" he said. "Do you know who he is?" "And I give you the same answer, sir," answered the professor. "No doubt!" said Barthorpe, still sneeringly. "The fact is, neither of you know who he is. So I'll tell you. He's an ex-convict. He served a term of penal servitude for forgery forgery, do you hear?
"Just so," assented Barthorpe. "A rough notion that's it. Well, Kitteridge, it's your turn. Who found out that Mr. Herapath wasn't in the house this morning?" "Charlesworth, sir Mr. Herapath's valet," replied the butler. "He always called Mr. Herapath at a quarter past seven every morning. When he went into the bedroom this morning Mr. Herapath wasn't there, and the bed hadn't been slept in.
"Can't you think of any small thing was there nothing that would give I don't know how to put it." "Anything that you can think of that would give a clue?" suggested Selwood. "Was there nothing you noticed was there anything " Barthorpe appeared to be thinking; then to be hesitating finally, he looked at Selwood a little shamefacedly.
What a surprise for him if the thing comes to a definite head, and but let us see what Friday morning brings." Friday morning brought Barthorpe to Mr. Halfpenny's offices in good time. He came alone; a few minutes after his arrival Peggie Wynne, nervous and frightened, came, attended by Mr. Tertius and Professor Cox-Raythwaite. All these people were at once ushered into Mr.
I shall leave it to you to summon all the parties concerned. By the by, have you Burchill's address?" "I have," replied Mr. Halfpenny. "I will communicate with him at once." Barthorpe nodded, rose from his seat, and walked with his visitor towards the door of his private room. "Understand, Mr. Halfpenny," he said, "I'm agreeing to this to oblige you.
Halfpenny, with warmth, "about which we must speak in public such a public, at any rate, as is represented here and now. You know what it is your uncle's will!" "What about my uncle's will or alleged will?" asked Barthorpe with a sneer. Mr. Halfpenny appeared to be about to make a very angry retort, but he suddenly checked himself and looked at Peggie. "You hear, my dear?" he said.
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