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He ended in an eloquent silence and with a glare at his companions which would have imposed silence on an unruly class-room. He was already at work the quick, sure journalistic instinct had come up on top and was rapidly realizing the situation. That the man standing there, openly, calmly, taking a drink of some sort, was Frank Burchill he had no more doubt than of his own identity.
"In this eminently commercial country, very," answered Cox-Raythwaite, sententiously. "Barthorpe and Burchill will inevitably retire to the shelter of a convict establishment for awhile. Um! Well, my boy, good night!" "Not coming in?" asked Selwood, as he put a key in the latch. The Professor gave his companion's shoulder a pressure of his big hand.
And I just as immediately recognized I think I may count myself as a quick thinker that the really important matter just then was not the murder of Jacob Herapath, but the ultimate disposal of Jacob Herapath's immense wealth." "Clever!" sighed Davidge. "Uncommonly clever!" "Now, Professor Cox-Raythwaite, and you, Mr. Selwood," Burchill went on, adding new earnestness to his tone.
With his experience and knowledge it would be a simple matter to him. He did it with the idea of getting everything into the hands of his own daughter, of defrauding me of my just rights. Since my uncle's death he has made two attempts to see Burchill privately why? To square him, of course! And " Mr.
Barthorpe could not even guess at it but Burchill had said, evidently knowing what he was talking about, that Jacob Herapath had taken vast pains to keep it for fifteen years. By the time Barthorpe had finished his lunch he had come to the conclusion that there was only one thing for him to do. He must go straight to Calengrove Mansions and interview Mr. Frank Burchill.
"That he's not afraid of being recaptured as you'd think he would be," replied the Professor. "It suggests that he's got some card up his sleeve which is what I've always thought. He probably knows something you may be certain, in any case, that he's playing a deep and bold game, for his own purpose, of course. Now, I wonder if Burchill went to that restaurant on the same errand as yourself?"
Don't look too obtrusively but do you see that chap looks like an actor who is just coming away from the graveside tall, well-dressed chap?" Carver looked across. His face lighted up. "I know that man," he said. "I've seen him at the club he's been in once or twice, though he's not a member. He does theatre stuff for the Magnet. His name's Burchill." Triffitt dropped his friend's arm.
But the clerks were downstairs, out of hearing, and the police were fleshy men, slow of movement, while Burchill was slippery as an eel and agile as an athlete. Moreover, Burchill, during his secretaryship to Jacob Herapath, had constantly visited Mr.
Burchill since he left and that's six months since." Mr. Halfpenny contrived to give his companion a nudge of the elbow. "Is it, indeed, ma'am?" he said. "Ah! That gentleman who called, now? I think he must be a friend of ours, who didn't know we were coming. What was he like, now, ma'am?" "He was a tallish, fine-built gentleman," answered the landlady. "Fresh-coloured, clean-shaved gentleman.
"I am taking everything in order," said Burchill. "And for the present I have done with Mr. Dimambro. Now I come to myself. I shall have to go into details about myself which I should not give if it were not for these exceptional circumstances. Mr. Davidge, I am sure, will understand me.
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