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Updated: May 5, 2025
A good jury should convict without leaving the box if the case is properly put before them by the prosecution. Crewe would like to triumph over us, but it is our turn to win." But Inspector Chippenfield was wrong in thinking that Crewe's presence in court was due to a desire for the humiliation of his rivals.
The case against him is purely circumstantial, but it's as clear as daylight." "Then you don't think there's anything in Crewe's points?" asked Rolfe. "I think so little of them that I look upon Birchill as good as hanged! That for Crewe's points!" Inspector Chippenfield snapped his fingers contemptuously.
Inspector Chippenfield produced a pair of handcuffs as he spoke. Hill passed his tongue over his dry lips before he was able to speak. "Don't put them on me," he said imploringly, as Inspector Chippenfield advanced towards him. "I'll I'll confess!" Inspector Chippenfield's first words were a warning. "You know what you are saying, Hill?" he asked. "You know what this means?
"Do you think that Hill did it?" asked Rolfe. "That is more than I'd like to say. As a matter of fact I have been so obtuse as to neglect Hill somewhat in my investigations. In fact, I didn't know until I got hold of a copy of his statement to the police that he was an ex-convict. Inspector Chippenfield omitted to inform me of the fact."
I saw him as plain as I see you now." The man in court who was most fascinated by the witness was Crewe. He had watched every movement of Kemp's face, every change in the tone of his voice. "I wonder what the fool will say next," whispered Inspector Chippenfield to Crewe. "He will tell us how Sir Horace Fewbanks was shot," was Crewe's reply. Mr. Walters approached a step nearer to the witness-box.
The gathering greyness of an autumn twilight added to the dreariness of the scene. "Kemp didn't say how far he stood from the house," said Crewe, "but we'll assume he stood at the edge of the plantation about where we are standing now to begin with. How far are we from that library window, Chippenfield?" "About fifty yards, I should say," said the inspector, measuring it with his eye.
The inspector looked up and down the street, wondering what had become of him. At that instant a tall young man, bareheaded and coat-less, came running out of an alley-way, pursued by Rolfe. "Stop him!" cried Rolfe, to his superior officer. Inspector Chippenfield stepped quickly out into the street in front of the fugitive.
"I would have told Inspector Chippenfield what I have already told you. And it is the simple truth." Rolfe was plainly taken back at this rebuke, but he did not reply to it.
But as I have already told you, Hill knew about the letters, and on the night of the murder had them in his possession. On the night after the murder, while Inspector Chippenfield was making investigations at Riversbrook, Hill had managed to obtain the opportunity to put the letters back.
Hill frowning and shaking her head at somebody invisible. He turned his head warily, but she was too quick for him, and her features were impassive again when he looked at her. Following the direction indicated by the mirror, Inspector Chippenfield saw Mrs. Hill had been signalling through a window which looked into the back yard. He reached it in a step and threw open the window.
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