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It took me some little time to realize that I had actually killed the man, and I don't think Helen fully understood the extent of the tragedy until I said, 'Good God, I've killed him, or something of that kind. I was suddenly aware of my awkward position in the matter." "He had fired at you," I said. "I think I forgot that for the moment," Crosland answered.
Crosland has been transferred recently to Bello Horizonte, in the great State of Minas Geraes. Farther South, in Sao Paulo, the richest and most progressive State in the country, are Bagby, Deter and Edwards, Misses Carroll, Thomas and Grove.
"I allowed Morrison to make a mistake on purpose and go to Clarence Lodge, his one idea to get an interview with Mrs. Crosland." "And you have seen him since?" I asked. "Came home with him from Grange Park," answered Quarles. "He was roundly abused to begin with, but, as you were told, he saw Mrs. Crosland. It was an interesting interview.
Helen Crosland would certainly have had difficulty in drawing them back, and it is an absurdity for her brother to declare that she had gone before he knew what she was doing." I had no comment to make, and Zena leaned forward in her chair, evidently excited.
Crosland, to drag him in again, to illustrate our abuse of "the language," quotes from some tenth-rate American author which is a way they have had in England of judging our literature with the comment that "that is not the way John Milton wrote." Not long ago Mr. Crosland became involved in a trial in the courts in connection with Oscar Wilde, Lord Alfred Douglas and Robert Ross.
This gang seemed to know exactly where to go for their spoil jewels mostly, and there is nothing of that kind worth taking at Clarence Lodge." "That goes to support my argument, doesn't it?" "It does." "That is the reason I asked particularly about your cousin." "George Radley is like a brother," laughed Crosland, "our interests are identical."
"I wondered whether the dead man was the nephew and so I asked Crosland about a family skeleton, showed him that I had no belief in the burglar theory, and he quickly responded by saying there was nothing in the house worth stealing. I helped him out of a difficulty, and it was easy to talk about his mother and her rheumatism. So we got to the specialist Bush.
However, we burrow again, and we try and answer Zena's question why it was Helen Crosland who ran for the police. Why not? we may ask. Her close association with her brother in the affair, her anxiety on his account, make it natural that she should dash out not only for help but to make it certain that they had nothing to hide.
"That is an interesting conclusion," said the professor. "You didn't get any idea of his age?" "No. This morning I went to Clarence Lodge and find you are by no means liked there." "Indeed." "An old gentleman called there yesterday afternoon saying you had asked him to go and see Mrs. Crosland about her rheumatism a Mr. Morrison." "The silly old ass!" exclaimed the professor.
It is a very good weapon by a small maker. Curiously enough the thief's weapon was exactly like it." "That may be a coincidence," said Zena. "It may be, but I prefer to think it a significant fact," the professor returned; "but we'll go back to the theory again for the moment. I was very interested in Crosland and his sister, they were not exceedingly unlike each other.
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