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As he reascended to the office, with him in the elevator were two gentlemen, one of whom he recognized as Dr. Angus McAllyn, a celebrated surgeon who had two or three times come to the office to see Mr. Brockelsby and the other as Dr. Lucius Darst, a young eye and ear specialist who within the space of but a few days had established his office in the building.
Only the police would not look further than these two men Lord Brockelsby with a strong motive and the night porter's hesitation against him, and Beddingfield without a motive, but with strong circumstantial evidence and his own disappearance as condemnatory signs. "If only they would look at the case as I did, and think a little about the dead as well as about the living.
Middleton just behind, "we had a banquet last night of the Society of Andrew Jackson's Wars, and my friend Brockelsby got too much aboard. He was turned over to me to take to his home, but just as we were leaving, I received an urgent call. So the best I could do was to drive by here and start him toward his office and go on.
If need be, we will pursue to the inmost recesses of his being the secret of his demise." Mr. Middleton was nigh to falling to the floor. The succession of hope and fear had taken from him all resolution. Of what use would it be to exhume Mr. Brockelsby after the doctors had cut him up? The impulse to rush in and confess had spent itself and he was now cravenly drifting with the tide.
I had some business to transact, and put up at the Grand, as I usually do, and dined with some friends. "'Would you tell us at what time you returned to Brockelsby Castle? "'I think it must have been about eleven o'clock. It is a seven-mile drive from here.
"Then you must always reckon with the practically invariable rule that a murderer always revisits, if only once, the scene of his crime. "Two years have elapsed since the crime; no trace of Timothy Beddingfield, the lawyer, has ever been found, and I can assure you that it will never be, for his plebeian body lies buried in the aristocratic family vault of the Earl of Brockelsby."
If they had remembered that peerage case, the Hon. Robert's debts, his last straw which proved a futile claim. "Only that very day the Earl of Brockelsby had, by quietly showing the original ancient document to his brother, persuaded him how futile were all his hopes.
"Oh, lord! Oh, lord! What did she say when she saw me dead to the world and bald-headed?" "She did not see you. I had concealed you." "Good boy, good boy." "She offered me two hundred dollars reward to bring you home," and Mr. Middleton related all that Mrs. Brockelsby had said. "It would be all off when she saw me bald-headed. What the devil wouldn't she suspect? I don't know.
Let them bury Mr. Brockelsby. He would dig him up. He laughed noiselessly in his intense relief. But hark, what does he hear? "Darst, this is an unusual case." "Yes?" said Dr. Darst mildly. "A strange, a remarkable case. Darst, if we do not examine this case, we are traitors to science. Darst, we must take him to the medical school.
"And also a great deal more money in the client's pocket than any other complication. Now, take the Brockelsby peerage case. Have you any idea how much money was spent over that soap bubble, which only burst after many hundreds, if not thousands, of pounds went in lawyers' and counsels' fees?"
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