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They had engineered everything very well Cotherstone's essentially constructive mind, regarding their doings from the vantage ground of thirty years' difference, acknowledged that they had been cute, crafty, and cautious to an admirable degree of perfection.
The answer was Because when Cotherstone, Garthwaite, Bent, and Brereton set out from Cotherstone's house to look at the dead man's body, Cotherstone led the way straight to it. How did Cotherstone know exactly where, in that half-mile of wooded hill-side, the murder had been committed of which he had only heard five minutes before?
And on a shining brass plate, set into the wall, just within the gateway, were deeply engraven the words: Mallalieu and Cotherstone, Builders and Contractors. Whoever had walked into Mallalieu & Cotherstone's yard one October afternoon a few years ago would have seen Mallalieu and Cotherstone in person.
It was a half-sheet which he had found on Cotherstone's desk when he went into the partners' private room to tidy things up on the morning after the murder of Kitely. It lay there, carelessly tossed aside amongst other papers of clearer meaning, and Stoner, after one glance at it, had carefully folded it, placed it in his pocket, taken it home, and locked it up, to be inspected at leisure.
The event of the late afternoon had completely driven it out of his recollection that Windle Bent had an old school-friend, a young barrister from London, staying with him, and that both had been asked to supper that evening at Cotherstone's house. But Cotherstone's annoyance was not because of his own forgetfulness, but because his present abstraction made him dislike the notion of company.
"You're sure of that?" he demanded hoarsely. "Certain!" replied Christopher. "No doubt of it, sir. I know!" "What's to be done, then?" asked the captive. Christopher assumed his best consultation-and-advice manner. "What," he said at last, "in my opinion, is the best thing is to wait and see what happens when Cotherstone's brought up before the bench next Tuesday.
"Talk to her, my lad," said Cotherstone at last. "Of course, girls think such a lot of of all the accompaniments, eh?" "Yes, yes it'll be all right," replied Bent. He tapped Cotherstone's arm and gave him a searching look. "You're not keeping anything back about your health, are you?" he asked. Cotherstone glanced at the door and sank his voice to a whisper. "It's my heart!" he answered.
No other course none!" "Bent first?" asked Brereton. "Certainly! Bent first, by all means. It's due to him. Besides," said Tallington, with a grim smile, "it would be decidedly unpleasant for Cotherstone to compel him to tell Bent, or for us to tell Bent in Cotherstone's presence. And we'd better get to work at once, Brereton! Otherwise this will get out in another way."
"One would give a good deal," he said to himself, as he went to bed that night, "if one could get a moment's look into Cotherstone's mind or into Mallalieu's either! For I'll swear that these two know something possibly congratulating themselves that it will never be known to anybody else!"
The verdict's against you, and you only. And it was Cotherstone's evidence that did it!" "Cotherstone!" exclaimed Mallalieu. "Evidence against me! He's a liar if " "I'll tell you all in due order," interrupted Chris. "Be calm, Mr. Mallalieu, and listen be judicial."
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