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Hamilton Fynes held out a letter which he had produced from his breast pocket, and which was, in appearance, very similar to the one which he had presented, a short time ago, to the captain of the Lusitania. "Perhaps you will kindly read this," he said. "I am perfectly willing to pay the hundred and eighty pounds."
Afterwards he sat leaning back in his chair, glancing every now and then at the clock, but otherwise manifesting no signs of impatience. In less than half an hour an inspector, cap in hand, entered the room and announced that everything was ready. Mr. Hamilton Fynes put on his hat, picked up his suitcase, and followed him on to the platform.
Coulson," the Inspector answered. "At the same time nothing that you told him throws any light at all upon the circumstances which led to the poor fellow's death." "That," Mr. Coulson declared, "is not my fault. What I don't know I can't tell you." "You were acquainted with Mr. Fynes some years ago?" the Inspector asked. "Can you tell me what business he was in then?"
It seems to me that your friends on the other side scarcely seem to give us credit for our exertions. They do not help us in the least. They assure us that they had no knowledge of Mr. Fynes other than has appeared in the papers. They recognize him only as an American citizen going about his legitimate business. A little more confidence on their part would, I think, render our task easier." Mr.
"Madam," he said, "it was a very bad accident indeed. I trust that Mr. Hamilton Fynes was not a very intimate friend or a relative of yours. It would perhaps be better for you to read the account for yourself." He placed a newspaper in her hands. She read the first few lines and suddenly turned upon him. She was white to the lips now, and there was real terror in her tone.
"That's the bridal I long for," said she. In the morning she was calmer, and told Jael she thought she was doing right. "I shall be neither more nor less wretched for marrying this poor man," said she: "and I shall make two people happy; two people that deserve the sacrifice I make." So, after all, the victim went calmly. Early in the morning came a letter from Dr. Fynes.
"Well, I've lied to those reporters and chaps," Coulson admitted, "lied with a purpose, of course, as you people can understand. The money found upon Fynes was every penny he had when he left Liverpool." The young man set his teeth. "It's something to know this, at any rate," he declared. "You did right, Coulson, to put up that bluff. Now about the duplicates?"
As a matter of fact, Miss Morse, I expect you knew him at least as well as I did." She nodded her head thoughtfully. "Hamilton Fynes came from the village in Massachusetts where I was brought up. I've known him all my life." Mr. Coulson seemed a little startled. "I didn't understand," he said thoughtfully, "that Fynes had any very intimate friends over this side." Penelope shook her head.
Mrs Fyne waited at the door with her quite unmoved physiognomy and her readiness to confront any sort of responsibility, which already characterised her, long before she became a ruthless theorist. Relieved, his mission accomplished, Fyne closed hastily the door of the sitting-room. But before long both Fynes became frightened.
"Quite impossible, sir," he declared a little brusquely. "Absolutely out of the question!" "May I ask why it is out of the question?" Mr. Hamilton Fynes inquired.
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