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Braceway! I can't swear I had ever seen him before, but I think I had not with the gold tooth and the beard, but with a moustache and bushy eyebrows, eyebrows too bushy." "Where? Where did you see him?" "Here, I think but I'm not sure, you see. Sometimes I have traveled a little to Atlanta, to Washington, to New York.
They would need the best accountant they could find for the quick work they had promised Braceway. Braceway returned to the lobby of his hotel, and, having bought half a dozen New York newspapers, settled down to wait for a report from Golson's bureau concerning Morley's movements. A little after eleven he was called to the telephone. "Your man caught the eight o'clock train for Baltimore."
Bristow did not deceive himself. It would be a great satisfaction and a morsel to his vanity to prove the negro guilty. He foresaw that the papers sooner or later would get hold of the fact that Braceway was after Morley. And, although they had hinted at mystery and uncertainty this morning, they had printed their stories so as to show that Greenleaf, backed by Bristow, would try to get Perry.
Mr. Withers believes it. Don't make any mistake about that. Withers is as anxious to get the real criminal as you and I are." "Let me understand," Bristow said in his turn. "Do you propose that we work on the case with the supposition that Withers is in no way responsible for any part of the tragedy?" "Absolutely!" snapped out Braceway, thoroughly good natured despite his abruptness.
He saw no way of getting at it. In less than an hour he and Braceway were shaking hands on the porch of No. 9. Bristow, studying him rapidly, motioned him to a chair. Here was no ordinary police-detective type. This man had neither square-toed shoes, nor a bull neck, nor coarseness of feature.
If a man had under his finger nails particles of white skin, he could have collected them there by scratching an albino as well as by scratching a Caucasian, a white woman. And Lucy Thomas was an albino. He was certain of that; did not question it for a moment. Braceway had assured himself of that before sending the telegram.
"You know you're under arrest for embezzlement, don't you?" "Yes." "And you did take money from the Anderson National Bank?" Morley squirmed and looked at each of the three in front of him before he replied to that. "Yes," he said finally, swallowing hard, his voice high and strained. "Good! That's the sensible way to look at it," Braceway jogged him with rapid speech.
Braceway?" "Let's have it! Let's have it all!" demanded Fulton, articulate at last, his clenched hands shaken by the palsy of rage. Bristow, with a careless motion, brushed away the policeman's hand. "By all means," he said, imperturbable still; "I demand it. I'm not guilty of murder. Not by the wildest flight of the craziest fancy can any such charge be substantiated."
I had told her I'd been speculating, and needed some extra money for margins. She gave me the rubies from her earrings; and she followed me to Baltimore. If I couldn't raise the money on the rubies, she was to borrow it on our house. She owns that." He paused, on the verge of tears. "Buck up!" Braceway prodded him. "You confessed to her, did you?" "Yes.
Braceway, going to the hotel on the banker's heels, was admitted by Withers, who broke into a storm of futile, highly coloured profanity. "Brace," he said, "you'll get the devil who's caused all this, won't you? You know what my life has been! You'll get him if you have to tear up heaven and earth." "Sure! Sure!" Braceway declared. "Keep yourself together. Let me do the worrying.
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