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"I wasn't mixed up in it," interrupted Frettlby, pale with anger. "Beg pardon," said Chinston, coolly, "a slip of the tongue; I was thinking of Fitzgerald. Well, I believe that crime to have been premeditated, and that the man who committed it was mad.
Fate is a deal cleverer than we mortals think her." Brian was about to reply when Dr. Chinston entered the room. His face was very grave, and Fitzgerald looked at him in alarm. "Madge Miss Frettlby," he faltered. "Is very ill," replied the doctor; "has an attack of brain fever. I can't answer for the consequences yet." Brian sat down on the sofa, and stared at the doctor in a dazed sort of way.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Fitzgerald, turning in confusion. "I suppose the will must be read, and all that sort of thing." "Yes," answered the barrister, "I am one of the executors." "And the others?" "Yourself and Chinston," answered Calton; "so I suppose," turning to the desk, "we can look at his papers, and see that all is straight."
"He may have been an accomplice," suggested Calton. "What's the good of all this conjecturing?" said Chinston, impatiently, now thoroughly tired of the discussion. "Read the confession, and we will soon know the truth, without all this talk." Calton assented, and all having settled themselves to listen, he began to read what the dead man had written.
"That will be the better way," answered Brian, gloomily. "Frettlby is dead, and the law can do nothing in the matter, so it would be best to avoid the scandal of publicity. But why tell Chinston?" "We must," said Calton, decidedly. "He will be sure to gather the truth from Madge's ravings, and he may as well know all. He is quite safe, and will be silent as the grave.
It drove up to the entrance of the court, where Calton's office was, and then Moreland, walking as if in a dream, left the room, and got into the cab, followed by Kilsip. "Do you know," said Chinston, thoughtfully, as they stood and watched the cab drive off, "do you know what the end of that man will be?" "It requires no prophet to foretell that," said Calton, dryly. "He will be hanged."
Chinston did not say anything, but shortly afterwards took his leave, after telling Sal on no account to let anyone see the patient. "'Tain't likely," said Sal, in a disgusted tone, as she closed the door after him. "I'm not a viper to sting the bosom as fed me," from which it may be gathered she was advancing rapidly in her education. Meanwhile Dr.
Mark Frettlby's body had been taken up to his bedroom, Madge had been put to bed, and Dr. Chinston and Brian sent for. When they arrived they could not help expressing their admiration at the capital way in which Sal Rawlins had managed things. "She's a clever girl that," whispered Calton to Fitzgerald. "Curious thing she should have taken up her proper position in her father's house.
"What alarmed Miss Frettlby?" asked Brian, in a low voice, covering his face with his hand. "The sight of her father walking in his sleep, I suppose," said Chinston, buttoning his glove; "and the shock of his death which took place indirectly through her, accounts for the brain fever."
The table near the bed was overturned on the floor, and the glass and the night-lamp both lie smashed to pieces on the carpet. 'Send for a doctor at once, cried Madame, letting go the bell-rope and crossing to the window; 'Selina has had a fit of some sort. Startled servant goes out to stables and wakes up the grooms, one of whom is soon on horseback riding for dear life to Dr Chinston.
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