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I never saw a man of proved courage more afraid in my life. He prefers to court arrest for complicity in a murder rather than tell what he knows!" "It's unbelievable." "It would be, Innes, if Nicol Brinn's fears were personal." Paul Harley checked his steps in front of the watchful secretary and gazed keenly into his eyes. "Death has no terrors for Nicol Brinn," he said slowly.
He knelt at her feet and, holding both her hands, looked into her face with that wondering expression in which there was something incredulous and something sorrowful; a look of great and selfless tenderness. The face of Naida was lighted up, and her big eyes filled with tears. Disengaging one of her jewelled hands, she ruffled Nicol Brinn's hair. "My Nicol," she said, tenderly.
"It was spoken by Sir Charles a few moments before he died." Nicol Brinn's drooping lids flickered rapidly. "Before he died! Then Sir Charles Abingdon is dead! When did he die?" "He died to-night and the last words that he uttered were 'Fire-Tongue' " He paused, never for a moment removing that fixed gaze from the other's face. "Go on," prompted Mr. Brinn. "And 'Nicol Brinn."
"He also was intensely interested in Nicol Brinn's visitor. And about five minutes before she came out he went upstairs." "Oh, I see. She came out almost immediately after Stokes had gone up?" "Yes." "Very well, Rector. Return to Piccadilly, and report to me as soon as possible." Innes hung up the receiver. "Did you follow, Wessex?" he said. "Stokes was on the right track, but made a bad blunder.
Yet his hesitancy was indeed difficult to explain, and because it seemed to Harley that the cloud which had stolen out across the house of Sir Charles Abingdon now hung threateningly over those very chambers, he merely waited and wondered. "He referred to an experience which had befallen him in India," came Nicol Brinn's belated reply. "In India? May I ask you to recount that experience?" "Mr.
Reed, who lived in Brinn's snow-cabin, had, during a considerable length of time, supported herself and four children by cracking and boiling again the bones from which Brinn's family had carefully scraped all the meat. These bones she had often taken and boiled again and again for the purpose of extracting the least remaining portion of nutriment. Mrs.
Brinn's chambers, make a note of all his visitors, but take no definite steps respecting him personally without consulting me." Armed with these instructions, the detective sergeant had undertaken his duties, which had proved more or less tedious up to the time that a fashionably attired woman of striking but unusual appearance had inquired of the hall porter upon which floor Mr.
Phil Abingdon's message had come through nearly an hour before, and a party had been despatched in accordance with Brinn's instructions. Wessex had returned to New Scotland Yard too late to take charge, and now, before the Assistant Commissioner had time to reply, a 'phone buzzed. "Yes?" said the Assistant Commissioner, taking up one of the several instruments: "What!"
"Now," the Assistant Commissioner turned wearily in his chair, and glanced up at his subordinate "your accepting the parole of a suspect, under the circumstances, was officially improper, but I am not blaming you I am not blaming you for a moment. Mr. Nicol Brinn's well-known reputation justified your behaviour." He laid one large hand firmly upon the table. "Mr.
But anything forceful enough to penetrate to the stronghold of Nicol Brinn's soul was indestructible, even by Nicol Brinn himself. So, now, at the end of a mighty struggle, he had philosophically accepted this hopeless passion which Fate had thrust upon him. Yet he whose world was a chaos outwardly remained unmoved.
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