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It needed no more than a glance to assure each that he was looking on death: there was that in Kitely's attitude which forbade any other possibility. "He's just as I found him," whispered Garthwaite. "I came round this rock from there, d'ye see, and my foot knocked against his shoulder. But, you know, he's been dragged here! Look at that!"
"I'm sorry," said Garthwaite, who looked surprised at the effect of his news. "I ought to have known better. But you see, yours is the nearest house " "Quite right, my lad, quite right," exclaimed Cotherstone. "You did the right thing. Here! we'd better go up. Have you called the police?" "I sent the man from the cottage at the foot of your garden," answered Garthwaite.
Cotherstone," he said. "I say! that old gentleman you let the cottage to Kitely, you know." "What of him?" demanded Cotherstone sharply. "He's lying there in the coppice above your house I stumbled over him coming through there just now," replied Garthwaite. "He don't be frightened, Miss Cotherstone he's well, there's no doubt of it he's dead! And " "And what?" asked Cotherstone. "What, man?
Five minutes more of walking brought us to the bank of the stream, and showed us the water running smoothly and slowly, tinged with the softest green luster from the reflections of trees which almost entirely arched it over. Leaving me to admire the view at my ease, Mr. Garthwaite occupied himself with the necessary preparations for angling, baiting my hook as well as his own.
"You're a lawyer, aren't you?" he asked. "I heard that Mr. Bent had a lawyer friend stopping with him just now we hear all the bits of news in a little place like Highmarket. Well you'll understand, likely it hadn't been long done!" "You noticed that?" said Brereton. "I touched him," replied Garthwaite. "His hand and cheek were just warm.
So I thanked my host for his friendly intentions, and, with some secret misgivings, accepted the first fishing-rod that he put into my hands. "We shall soon get there," said Mr. Garthwaite. "I am taking you to the best mill-stream in the neighborhood." It was all one to me whether we got there soon or late and whether the stream was good or bad.
He'd be dead before he could struggle. Does no one know anything about this? No more than that?" he went on, when he had heard what Garthwaite could tell. "Well, this is murder, anyway! Are there no signs of anything about here?" "Don't you think his clothing looks as if he had been robbed?" said Brereton, pointing to the obvious signs. "That should be noted before he's moved."
"Here's something to amuse you!" he cried. "I believe old Garthwaite thinks I am drunk he won't leave me up here by myself." Letting this strange assertion remain unanswered, the butler withdrew. As he passed me on his way to the ladder, he whispered: "Be careful of the master! I tell you, sir, he has a bee in his bonnet this night."
He and Garthwaite went off in one direction; the others, led by the observant policeman who had found the empty pocket-book and recognized the peculiar properties of the cord, turned away in another. "Where's this we're going now?" asked Brereton as he and Bent followed their leaders through the trees and down the slopes of the Shawl.
"Aye, he had to go out, had he?" asked Mallalieu, as if from mere curiosity. "What time would that be, like? I knew he'd business tonight business of ours." "Nine to ten, roughly speaking," replied Bent. "He'd just got in when Garthwaite came with the news." "It 'ud shock him, of course," suggested Mallalieu. "His own tenant!" "Yes it was a shock," agreed Bent.
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