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"Now, my friends," he said, plunging straight into his subject, "if we don't wish to see Barthorpe hanged, we've just got to stir ourselves! I've come here to begin the stirring." Peggie looked up with a sudden heightening of colour. Mr. Tertius slowly shook his head. "Pitiable!" he murmured. "Pitiable, most pitiable! But the evidence, my dear Cox-Raythwaite, the evidence! I only wish "
Bully for you, Davidge, old man! got him this time, anyhow!" Burchill, taken aback by the sudden onslaught of Davidge's satellites, drew himself up indignantly and looked down at his bands, around the wrists of which his captors had snapped a pair of handcuffs. He lifted a face white with rage and passion and glanced at Cox-Raythwaite and Selwood. "Liars!" he hissed between his teeth.
A deep silence had fallen on the room; nothing broke it until Professor Cox-Raythwaite suddenly began to tap the table with the ends of his fingers. The sound roused Mr. Halfpenny to speech and action. He bent forward again towards Burchill, once more laying a hand on the will. "That is not your signature?" he asked quietly.
"Are the police to be there when Cox-Raythwaite and I come tonight?" "That I don't know," replied Mrs. Engledew. "All I know is just what I am ordered to say. Pay them the money they will tell the truth and take you and the police to the real criminal. One more thing it is understood that you will not approach the police between now and this evening.
And the very person to make those inquiries," he concluded, turning to Selwood and favouring him with a smack of the shoulder, "is you!" Selwood flinched, physically and mentally. He had no great love of the proposed rôle private detective work did not appeal to him. And he suggested that Professor Cox-Raythwaite had far better apply to Scotland Yard. "By no means," answered the Professor calmly.
Tertius hastily seized the great hand in an agony of apprehension. "My dear Cox-Raythwaite!" he said. "Pray don't! Allow me presently. When either of these objects is touched it must be in the most, quite the most, delicate fashion. Of course, I know you have a fairy-like gentleness of touch but don't touch these things yet. Let me explain. Shall we suppose we sit down.
"My dear Cox-Raythwaite!" he said, mopping his forehead with a bandanna handkerchief which he drew from the tail of his coat. "I am thankful to have got these things here in I devoutly trust! safety. Specimens? Well, not exactly; though, to be sure, they may be specimens of I don't quite know what villainy yet. Objects? certainly! Perhaps, my dear Professor, you will come and look at them."
I solemnly declare that the entire suggestion about upsetting the will came from Burchill, and that there was no conspiracy between us of any sort whatever previous to that night. Whatever may happen, I've told this court the absolute, definite truth!"" Professor Cox-Raythwaite folded up the newspaper, laid it on the little table, and brought his big hand down on his knee with an emphatic smack.
He turned on his own tracks so quickly that I was certain he had seen somebody coming whom he did not wish to meet. He " "Excuse me a moment," broke in Cox-Raythwaite. "How was it X. didn't see you?" "Because I was on the opposite side of the street, in deep shadow," replied Burchill. "Besides that, the instant I caught sight of him I quietly slipped back into a doorway.
"But if if it will be painful for your cousin to hear this whatever it is in private, it would be much more painful for her to hear it in public. I gather, of course, that you have some strange revelation to make. Surely, it would be most considerate to her to make it in what we may call the privacy of the family circle, Cox-Raythwaite and myself."
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