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"No one saw you give it to me, but I ain't takin' any chances, you may have marked those bills. From now on I work alone without any theories from you." "Look here, Inspector!" I demanded, "I was in earnest when I told you I wanted you to find out all you could about the men in the black limousine. I'm sure they had something to do with Mr. Felderson's death.
In the excitement over my discovery, I had completely forgotten the real errand that had brought me to the house. "What did you tell him, Wicks?" "I told 'im that you had charge of all Mr. Felderson's effects, sir, and that he could probably obtain them from you," the butler replied. "That was right. Did he leave after that?" "Shortly after that, sir," Wicks answered.
Felderson's doctor assures me she is out of danger. The trial needn't come off for three or four months six if you wish. We can see to that. In the meantime, when will you be able to see Mrs. Felderson?" "I was going up there now," I answered. "The chances are the doctor won't let me question her yet, but it may be we can see her. Will you come with me?" "I'd like very much to.
Felderson's death that I can't understand, myself, things that were entirely unlike me but I feel that I would be a traitor to my brother-in-law's memory unless I follow every possible clue. He had only three enemies and one was Zalnitch, who threatened him. Isn't it only natural that I should suspect him?" Her look was entirely sympathetic as she replied. "I know how Mr.
"Hi think they do, sir, seein' as 'ow Mrs. Felderson 'as been actin' and talkin' so queer." "What do you mean?" I demanded. Wicks struggled for composure. The subject was evidently most distasteful to his conservative and conventional British nature. "Hit was Annie, Mrs. Felderson's maid, sir, that hupset the servants. W'en she came down from hup-stairs, she said as 'ow Mrs.
"Are you sure Mr. Woods was in here?" "Well, no, sir, not exactly. I remember Mr. Farnsworth and Mr. Brown. There were probably some others. The reason I think Mr. Woods was here was because he called my attention to the fact a few nights after the murder. There were a few gentlemen in here and they were talking of Mr. Felderson's death. Mr.
Felderson's death must have affected you, Mr. Thompson, and I do want to help you. You say he had three enemies; then I advise you to look for the other two, for I am positive Mr. Zalnitch had nothing to do with the murder." I thanked her and went down the rickety stairs, believing somehow that she had told me the truth. But if not Zalnitch, then who?
That's asking a little too much. Also, it is hard to believe that Schreiber, who was driving the car, would risk a smash-up to his own car and possible death for himself and party, in order to try to make Felderson go into the ditch. Then, too, if Zalnitch recognized Felderson's car, why didn't he fire point-blank at Felderson instead of waiting till he got past? No!
"You have stated to the jury that Mr. Woods had threatened Mr. Felderson's life in case he did not give Mrs. Felderson a divorce. When did Mr. Felderson intend giving his wife the promised divorce?" "I don't think he really intended to give Mrs. Felderson a divorce." "But you stated that he consented to a divorce?" "He did, but with certain reservations," I answered.
I asked, my voice trembling. "Mrs. Felderson was over there on the bank. She was thrown out likely when the car left the road. Mr. Felderson's body was under the machine." While the thought of the heavy weight crushing the life out of Jim sickened me, I thanked God that death must have been instantaneous. "Do you know who found them, Sergeant?" He pointed to a man standing by the wreck.
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