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I meant always have meant, ever since I heard about the will to share with him, for there's no law against that. But if Barthorpe wants to upset the will altogether and claim everything, I shall fight him. And if I win as I suppose I shall I shall make him do penance pretty heavily before he's forgiven. However, that's all in the future.
"There is an old saying that circumstances alter cases. It's true they do. I would have taken ten thousand pounds from your uncle to hold my tongue true. But the case is altered by his death." Barthorpe pondered over this definite declaration for a minute or two. Then, lowering his voice, he said: "Looks uncommonly like blackmail! And that " "Pardon me again," interrupted Burchill.
The only question is for Peggie here does she wish to throw away nine thousand to save Barthorpe's neck?" "The only question, Professor," said Peggie, reprovingly, "is can I do it? Can I draw a cheque for that amount?" "Why not?" replied the Professor. "Everything's in order. Barthorpe withdrew that wretched caveat the will's been proved every penny that Jacob possessed is yours.
At that point of his surmisings and questionings Selwood heard himself called by Barthorpe Herapath, and he turned to see that gentleman standing in the hall dangling a bunch of keys, which Selwood instantly recognized. "We have just found these keys," said Barthorpe. "You remember the inspector said he found no keys in my uncle's pockets?
According to the police, then, Barthorpe was the actual murderer, and Burchill was an accessory before the fact. There is no evidence that Burchill was near the estate office that night.
And it's at Barthorpe that I should make inquiries about him." Simpson Harker made no remark, and Bryce remembered what Mr. Dellingham had said when the book was found. "Oh, I don't know!" he replied carelessly. "I don't see that that follows. I saw the book a curious old binding and queer old copper-plates. The man may have picked it up for that reason I've bought old books myself for less."
"I catch him talking too much to Peggie," he had added, in that conversation of which Barthorpe was thinking. "Better get rid of him before they pass the too-much stage." So Burchill had gone, and Barthorpe had heard no more of him until now. But what he had heard now was a revelation.
"But but always a but! And the but in this case is a mighty one. It's this did that conspiracy exist before November 12th? Did it did it? It's a great point it's a great point. Now, we all know that this morning, before he was committed, Barthorpe, much against the wishes of his legal advisers, insisted, forcibly insisted, on making a statement. It's in the evening papers here, verbatim.
All you've got to do, he went on, 'is to go there see the police authorities, town officials, anybody that knows the place, and ask them if they can tell you anything of one Falkiner Wraye, who was at one time a small estate agent in Barthorpe, left the place about seventeen years ago maybe eighteen and is believed to have recently gone back to the neighbourhood. That's all.
"Well, I come to the time when Davidge there arrested Barthorpe and myself at Halfpenny and Farthing's, and when I escaped. There's no need to tell you what I did with myself," he went on, with an obvious sneer in the detective's direction. "But I can tell you that I didn't particularly restrict my movements.
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