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Updated: June 16, 2025
Poor Larkin was, of all three, the least endowed with education, yet his letter has been aptly described as "a perfect poem in prose." here append those memorable documents: I wish to say a few words relative to the charge for which I am to die. In a few hours more I will be going before my God. I state in the presence of that great God that I am not the man who shot Sergeant Brett.
"Of course, you did wrong. Do you wish to go with Mrs. Brett? I will see you presently and speak to you." "If you will not have me here, I will not go with Mrs. Brett. I will go to Lady Jane; for there is one person who wants me, although you will not believe it!" "Then please yourself; but I grieve to tell you that after your recent conduct I cannot receive you again at the school."
"I must say," he cried, "I gave a passing thought to the incident myself last evening when your spy reported that the Frenchman remained in No. 11 after the Turks had quitted it." "Yes," said Brett. "You see, all you need to cultivate is the habit of deduction, and you will soon become a capital detective." The earl laughed.
A question from the Assistant Commissioner, who wanted to know what was No. 32 Brett Street, interrupted that reminiscence abruptly. The Chief Inspector, driven down to the ground by unfair artifices, had elected to walk the path of unreserved openness.
"Yes, and a rare old row they made about her marriage for she is married, I will say that for her. But why are you so interested in her?" The fair Hebe glanced in a mirror to confirm her personal opinion that there were much nicer girls than Flossie Bird left in Ipswich. "Not in her," said Brett; "in the example she set." "What do you mean?"
Brett, is going to town, and she says that she will take me and any special friend I like as my companion, and she will show me all over the place: the Tower, the Houses of Parliament, and Westminster Abbey, and St. Paul's, and all the rest. And I mean to go to a theatre. Were you ever at a really big theatre in the whole course of your life, Phyllis?"
Hume paused to gulp down the contents of his tumbler. Brett said not a word, but sat intent, absorbed, wondering, with eyes fixed on the speaker. "All at once the dispute became vehement. The more stylishly attired man disappeared, but returned instantly with a drawn sword in his hand. The stranger, as we may call him, whipped out a claymore, and the two fought fiercely.
You have two of the landlord's best 'sixpences' in the left pocket of your waistcoat at this moment." "Well, if you ain't a fair scorcher," the man gasped. "What, you rascal, would you call me names?" Brett writhed convulsively, and the waiter backed towards the door. "No, sir, I was callin' no names. We don't get too many perks we waiters don't, sir.
It was impossible to allow her money to remain any longer in the power of such a man, and she gave authority to Mr. Brett to make the necessary arrangements for putting an end to business relations between them. It was a somewhat complicated, therefore tedious business; and things looked worse the further they were searched into.
After reinvigorating himself with a bath and a hearty breakfast, he was ready to meet Captain Gaultier, who arrived promptly at 11.30. In the spacious foyer of the Grand Hotel it was impossible to say who might be looking at them. "Come to my room," said Brett. "There we will be able to talk without interruption."
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