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Practically every other detective and police official in the country was wondering what secret motive had impelled Braceway to keep public attention focused on the tragedy after a flawless case against the real murderer had been established. They knew that he was in the employ of the husband and father of the murdered woman, and that, therefore, his acts had the endorsement of her family.
Neither the terrific blow of his daughter's death nor the reverses he had suffered in his business affairs had broken him. "What I have to say," he began, looking first at Braceway and then at Bristow, "is not a pleasant story, but it has to be told." His low-pitched, modulated voice was clear and without a tremor.
Abrahamson, tell us what you know about this man." "It is not much, Mr. Braceway," the Jew replied; "not as much as I would like. I've seen him several times; once in my place when he was fixed up with moustache and so forth, and twice when he was fixed up with a beard and a gold tooth; once again when he was sitting out here on his porch."
"Has he said anything to you since Monday night?" "Naw, suh." "Did you see anybody else that night Monday night?" "Naw, suh." "Do you remember anything else about how the bearded man looked?" "Naw, suh, 'cep' he look' jes' like dis Mistuh Morley; dat's all I know, boss." Braceway got to his feet. "All right, Roddy," he said heartily; "you're a good boy. Here's your dollar."
"That may explain the quarrel which Miss Rutgers, the trained nurse in Number Seven, heard the two sisters engaged in the day before the murder. Yes; it might. Evidently, Mrs. Withers refused to be bled further. After that, what? What would you say?" "It's plain enough," Braceway answered. "There was Morley, crazed by the fear of arrest and conviction for embezzlement. There was Mrs.
"We needn't bother any more about that tonight. How about the jewelry you pawned in Baltimore today?" The prisoner licked his lips and fixed on Braceway a look that grew into a stare. "You mean the rubies?" "Well, yes." "I didn't pawn them, and and they were my mother's." "How about the diamonds and emeralds?" "I had no diamonds and emeralds." "You didn't!
Then he remembered that Braceway was not that kind of a joker. He looked at his watch. He had no encyclopaedia, and it was now a quarter to eleven, too late to ring up anybody and ask the absurd favour of having extracts from an encyclopaedia read to him over the telephone. Besides, it might be something he would prefer to keep to himself.
He went over all that the father of the dead woman had told him. So far as he could see, it had only served the purpose of strengthening the case against Morley. Let it be discovered that Maria had known Morley at the time of the Atlantic City affair, and the case would be fixed, irrefutable. And Braceway would win out. Of course, there was still one chance.
"I mean: what do you and Withers gain by letting Braceway keep this thing before the public?" Fulton leaned far forward in his chair, his lower lip thrust out, his eyes blazing. "No, sir!" he exploded. "I'll never call Braceway off! They're gossiping, are they? They can gossip until they're blue in the face. What do I care for public opinion, for gossip, for their leers and whispers?
"At least, that's my plan. I'm certain Withers had nothing to do with it." For the first time, something far back in Bristow's brain stirred uneasily, as if, miles away, somebody had sounded an alarm. Should he trust this man? Would Braceway try to pick up a false scent, try to throw the whole thing out of gear?
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