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The only question was whether the police would use the clues he was going to place in their hands in the manner he wished them to be used. If they didn't but Colwyn refused to contemplate that possibility. His mind reverted to the chief constable of Norfolk. He felt he was on firm ground in believing that Mr.
In noting this rather unusual position during his last visit, Colwyn had formed the conclusion that it had been chosen for the benefit of fresh air and light during the summer months, as the window, which looked over the terraced gardens, was nearer that end of the room. Colwyn approached the head of the bed and bent down to examine the bedposts.
Colwyn did not directly reply. He was glancing over the depositions again. "There are one or two curious points here," he remarked, as he turned over the leaves.
"I beg your pardon, sir," replied the other. "The fact is I have not been myself for some time past." His voice broke off in an odd tremor, and Colwyn noticed that the long thin hand he stretched out, as though to deprecate his previous violence, was shaking violently. "What's the matter with you, man?" The detective eyed him keenly. "Your nerve has gone." "I know it has, sir.
A loud voice which had been holding forth ceased suddenly as Colwyn entered. The inmates of the bar regarded him questioningly, and some resentfully, as though they considered his presence an intrusion. But Colwyn was accustomed to making himself at home in all sorts of company.
"I do not wish to undermine the local belief in the White Lady of the Shrieking Pit," said Colwyn, with a smile which the darkness hid. "All I say is that her frequent reappearances since the money was hidden in the pit were exceedingly useful for the man who hid the money. I can assure you that none of the villagers would go near the pit for twice the amount.
His relations at home had heard nothing of his proposal for Margaret's hand, and Janetta, like them, did not know that it had ever been actually made. Another event drove this matter into the background for some little time for it was evidently fated that Janetta should never be quite at peace. Mrs. Colwyn summoned her rather mysteriously one afternoon to a conference in her bedroom.
The door was opened widely, and the innkeeper appeared on the threshold beside his daughter. Behind him, Colwyn could see the old mad woman in her bed in the corner of the room, mumbling to herself and fondling her doll. The innkeeper fastened his bird-like eyes on the detective's face. "What are you doing here?" he said, and there was no mistaking the note of terror in his voice.
To Colwyn at least it seemed that the expression on the innkeeper's face as he glanced at the pocket-book might have been mistaken by an unprejudiced observer for genuine surprise. "I suppose you never saw it before, eh?" sneered Galloway. "I never did." "Nor hid it in the pit?" "No, sir." Galloway paused in his questioning in secret perplexity.
To her stepmother she did not feel that she was very useful; but she could at any rate make new caps for her, new lace fichus and bows, which caused Mrs. Colwyn occasionally to remark with some complacency that Janetta had been quite wasted at Miss Polehampton's school: her proper destiny was evidently to be a milliner.
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