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Make a clean breast of it! Nerves gone to smash? I'd like to take you to see a chap I know an ex-prize-fighter who's a wonder at pulling fellows in your state out of their hole " "Oh, oh " Granice broke in. He stood up also, and the two men eyed each other. "You don't believe me, then?" "This yarn how can I? There wasn't a flaw in your alibi." "But haven't I filled it full of them now?"
Then we heard that he was ill that there'd been a consultation. Perhaps the fates were going to do it for me! Good Lord, if that could only be!..." Granice stopped and wiped his forehead: the open window did not seem to have cooled the room. "Then came word that he was better; and the day after, when I came up from my office, I found Kate laughing over the news that he was to try a bit of melon.
You smoke a good deal, don't you?" He developed his treatment, recommending massage, gymnastics, travel, or any form of diversion that did not that in short Granice interrupted him impatiently. "Oh, I loathe all that and I'm sick of travelling." "H'm. Then some larger interest politics, reform, philanthropy? Something to take you out of yourself." "Yes. I understand," said Granice wearily.
Better and better! Go on, my boy! Unbosom yourself! Tell me all about it! Confession is good for the soul." Granice waited till the lawyer had shaken the last peal of laughter from his throat; then he repeated doggedly: "I murdered him." The two men looked at each other for a long moment, and this time Ascham did not laugh. "Granice!" "I murdered him to get his money, as you say."
Make a clean breast of it! Nerves gone to smash? I'd like to take you to see a chap I know an ex-prize-fighter who's a wonder at pulling fellows in your state out of their hole " "Oh, oh " Granice broke in. He stood up also, and the two men eyed each other. "You don't believe me, then?" "This yarn how can I? There wasn't a flaw in your alibi." "But haven't I filled it full of them now?"
He saw that from that moment McCarren's professional zeal would be fanned by emotional curiosity; and he profited by the fact to propose that they should dine together, and go on afterward to some music-hall or theatre. It was becoming necessary to Granice to feel himself an object of pre-occupation, to find himself in another mind.
Left alone, Granice cowered down in the chair before his writing-table. He understood that Ascham thought him off his head. "Good God what if they all think me crazy?" The horror of it broke out over him in a cold sweat he sat there and shook, his eyes hidden in his icy hands.
Granice to ask him to repeat the statement he had made about the Lenman murder. His manner was so quiet, so reasonable and receptive, that Granice's self-confidence returned. Here was a sensible man a man who knew his business it would be easy enough to make HIM see through that ridiculous alibi! Granice offered Mr.
Ashgrove sent for me." Granice raised his head with a quick movement of surprise. For a moment he was shaken out of his self-absorption. Ascham smiled. "I thought you'd be interested; I know your passion for causes celebres. And this promises to be one. Of course it's out of our line entirely we never touch criminal cases. But she wanted to consult me as a friend.
Granice, at the idea, broke into an audible laugh a queer stage-laugh, like the cackle of a baffled villain in a melodrama. The absurdity, the unnaturalness of the sound abashed him, and he compressed his lips angrily. Would he take to soliloquy next? He lowered his arms and pulled open the upper drawer of the writing-table.
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