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And although he, the said Hastings, did instruct the Resident, Bristow, to inform the said Hyder Beg Khân that he would not receive from the Nabob, as his, letters directed by the spirit of opposition, but should consider every such attempt as his, the minister's, as an insult on our government, yet he did receive as his the Nabob's own letters, and as written from the impressions on his own mind, and as the suggestions of his own judgment, letters to the same effect as those written by the minister, although he had declared upon record that the said "Nabob was a mere cipher in his, the said minister's, hands," and "that he had dared to use both the Nabob's name, and even his seal, affixed to letters either directed to the Nabob or written as from him without his knowledge," and although he did assert or record as aforesaid, that, in a letter which he had lately received from the Nabob, the minister had the presumption to make the Nabob declare that which was true to be false, and that "his making use of the Nabob in such a manner did show how thin the veil was by which he covered his own acts, and that such artifices would only tend to make them the more criminal from the falsehood and duplicity with which they were associated."
Bristow made no comment on this, and Mattie, turning slowly away from him, began to mumble something. "What's that, Mattie?" he asked, only half curious. "I wuz jes' sayin', Mistuh Bristow, it 'pears to me marveelyus how some uv dese niggers behave. Dey don' look arter de white folks dey wuk fuh. Seems to me marveelyus how a lot uv dem keeps out uv jail." He was curious enough now.
The light's none too good and I'm tired, chief, tired out. Suppose we let that go until tomorrow or you do it alone." "No; I'll wait for you tomorrow. We can do it together." "Oh," Bristow asked, as if suddenly remembering an important item, "what kind of shoes is Perry wearing?" "An old pair of high-topped tennis shoes black canvas." "Rubber soles?" "Yes." "I'm sorry," observed Bristow.
Bristow apologized for the implication that she had overheard intentionally. It came to him like an intuition, without his even trying to reason it out; and he decided to act on it. They found Maria Fulton propped up against pillows in the bed. Although her pupils were still enlarged by the sedatives she had had, she was plainly labouring under the stress of great emotion.
Right now, Mistuh Bristow?" "Yes; hurry. I want some orangeade." He returned to the bedroom and closed the door. Lucy was bent forward on the chair, moaning. "Stop that!" he said, feeling now that he had himself and her under control. "If you don't stop, you'll have something real to sniffle about before I'm through with you! Now begin. What about Perry last Monday night?"
Bristow, satisfied now that he had fathomed Braceway's reluctance to accept as final the case against Perry Carpenter, had not been the only one mystified by the detective's course.
You lied when you made your statement about the night Mrs. Withers was murdered. Now, come through with that the truth about it!" Morley, utterly bewildered, stared and said nothing. "What did you do that night? Where were you?" Bristow left his chair and, going round the table, stood in front of Morley. "I told you that once. I wasn't anywhere near Manniston Road." "Yes, you were!
Fulton that he was the murderer. Not only that, but he had remarkable ability which he employed for the lowest and most criminal purposes. I first suspected his identity right after my interviews last Wednesday with Roddy, the coloured bellboy, and Mr. Abrahamson, the pawn broker." "Excuse me," Bristow interposed; "but wasn't it Abrahamson who told you the bearded man looked like Withers?"
Fortunately, this polish was inferior enough to have been made gummy by the rain and dampness that night; and, in the stress of the few days following, had been neither dusted nor wiped off. "Bristow did not touch this chair the morning the murder was discovered. In fact, he cautioned everybody not to touch it.
When I realized what I saw, the danger to Enid, I fainted, just crumpled up and slid to the floor, and everything went black before me. I don't think I had made a sound since leaving the sleeping porch." Bristow spoke quickly. "Miss Fulton, who was the man?" She overcame a momentary reluctance. "I'm not sure," she said slowly. "I am not sure.
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