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"That is what Elizabeth Twitcher told me after supper last night. It seems that his lordship burst in upon them when she was dressing her ladyship's hair for dinner and blurted it out before her. I've no doubt she was telling the truth. Twitcher is a truthful girl." "Moderately truthful," said Mr. Flexen in a somewhat ironical tone. "Of course she may have exaggerated. Servants do," said Mrs.
The return of James Hutchings to his situation at the Castle was a fact with which it could not grapple easily. It was bewildered and annoyed. William Roper had not, as he had assured Mr. Flexen, told what he had seen on the night of the murder of Lord Loudwater, but he had been dropping hints. He dropped more.
And 'e was in a pretty fair to-do, too. Leastways, he was frowning and a-muttering of to 'imself. He passed me close." "Did he seem in any hurry?" said Mr. Flexen. "'E was walkin' fairly fast," said William Roper. Mr. Flexen paused again, pondering.
You see, there was a fair moon, sir, but it was be'ind the Castle, an' I never seed 'er in the full moonlight, as you may say, seeing as, coming and going, she come along the wall and went round the right 'and corner of it, in the shadder." "And which of these three people came away first?" said Mr. Flexen. "She did. She wasn't in the Castle more nor twenty minutes if that."
And it was all I did there every mortal thing I did there, sir," Hatchings asseverated, and he wiped his brow. "H'm!" said Mr. Flexen. "As you passed through the library, did you happen to notice whether the knife was in its place in the big inkstand?" Hutchings hesitated, and his lips twitched. Then he said: "Yes, I did, sir. It was in the big inkstand." Mr.
"Wilkins did say that Lord Loudwater seemed upset at dinner, and that he was frowning most of the meal," said Mr. Flexen. "That wasn't unusual," said Olivia somewhat pathetically. "Besides "
There was no difficulty in their having exactly the kind of inquest they wanted, for it was wholly in the hands of Mr. Flexen and the Coroner. After careful discussion they decided to limit it to Dr. Thornhill's evidence, and that of the servants with regard to the dead nobleman's mood on the night of his death. Mr.
But his lordship never could keep a valet long enough for him to learn anything. He was worse with valets than with any one." "I see," said Mr. Flexen in a vexed tone. "But still, I should have thought you'd have heard something from some one, even if the matter had not come under your own eyes. Gossip moves pretty widely about the countryside."
I'm a friend of Lady Loudwater, and I don't suppose you fear that anything you discuss before me will go any further, Mr. Flexen." He was cool enough, but Mr. Flexen did not miss the note of anxiety in his voice. "I don't mind at all if Lady Loudwater would like it," he said readily. "But it's rather a delicate matter." "Oh, I should like Colonel Grey to hear everything," said Olivia quickly.
"I gather that you haven't told any one of what you saw on the night of Lord Loudwater's death; or I should have heard of it," he said. "Not a word, I haven't," said William Roper. "That's good," said Mr. Flexen in a tone of warm approval. "It might spoil everything to put people on their guard."
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