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I didn't seem to be the sort of fellow who'd be likely to be mixed up with a man like you. I felt that it must be with some purpose, you know, and now now I thought I suddenly saw "I don't know I thought he'd believe me I thought he'd tell the police and they'd arrest me and that'd be the end of it." Here Bunning took a handkerchief and began miserably to gulp and sniff. "But, good heavens!"
Bunning, recalled from the previous sitting, came next merely to repeat that the Mayor went up to his parlour at twenty-five minutes past seven, and that he and Mr. Brent found his Worship dead just after eight o'clock. Following him came Dr.
"Doctah," shaking his finely turned shoulders into his coat and lifting his hat toward his head, "I had the honah, and at the same time the pleasu', to yeh you make a shawt speech lass evening. I was p'oud to yeh yo' bunning eloquence, Doctah, if you'll allow. Yesseh. Eve'ybody said 'twas the moze bilious effo't of the o'-casion." Dr.
Between you and me," he added, with a knowing glance, "his Worship late Worship, I should say had been showing her great attention, and I don't think she was indifferent to him he used to go and dine with her a good deal anyway. However, that's neither here nor there, just now. He called, I say, at Abbey Lodge, left these books, and then came on to the Moot Hall, as Bunning said.
I shall just slip out of college early the day after to-morrow. I don't want any one to know. It's nobody's affair but mine." Then he held out his hand "Good-bye, Bunning, old man." "Good-bye," said Bunning. When Olva had gone he sat down by the fire again, staring. Some hours afterwards he spoke, suddenly, aloud: "I can stand the lot of them now." Then he went to bed.
Olva seized his throat-"Stop it, you damned fool!" . . . He looked straight into the eyes Bunning ceased as suddenly as he had begun. The horrible, helpless noise fell with a giggle into silence; he collapsed into a chair and hid his face in his hands. There was a long pause. Olva gazed at the bending figure, summoning all his will power to hold the shaking thing in control. He waited.
Then, one night when I was hardly sane, I told a man, Bunning a queer odd creature who was the last kind of person to be told. He, in a fit of mad self-sacrifice, told Rupert that he'd killed Carfax, and then of course it was all over. "I suddenly yielded. It was as though God caught me and held me. I saw Him, I heard Rim yesterday in the middle of the football. I know that it was so.
Then, softly, he began again. "Bunning, I did you a great wrong when I told you you're not up to it." From behind the hands there came a muffled voice "I am up to it." "This sort of thing makes it impossible." "It shall never happen again." Bunning lifted his tear-stained face. "It's been coming for days. I've been so dreadfully frightened. But now that I've been with you it's better, much better.
Mallett, and the mystery attaching to it as things presented themselves at present there seemed to be no chance whatever that either Mrs. Mallett or Wellesley would lift the veil on what was evidently a secret between them. The only satisfactory and straightforward feature about yesterday's proceedings, he thought, was the testimony of Mrs. Bunning as to her unguarded door.
On a certain April evening, the time being within an hour of curfew which, to be exact, is rung in Hathelsborough every night, all the year round, sixty minutes after sunset, despite the fact that it is nowadays but a meaningless if time-honoured ceremony Bunning, caretaker and custodian of the Moot Hall, stood without its gates, smoking his pipe and looking around him.
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