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Britz's glance was alternating between the excited Greig and the impassive Manning, contrasting the riotous enthusiasm of the one with the quiet deliberation of the other. "What do you think of it, chief?" he asked. "I think we ought to put it up to her good and strong," advised Manning. "Threaten to lock her up if she doesn't explain." "She's a clever one, all right," pursued Greig.
"I don't know myself," he said truthfully. "Britz seems to think something's going to happen." It was ten o'clock precisely when Britz, Manning, Greig and the coroner passed from the chief's office into the room in which the suspects in the Whitmore mystery were gathered. They found Luckstone in command of the situation. "What does this mean?" he demanded, advancing toward Britz's desk.
"That is all!" Britz dismissed him. This dramatic interruption of the hearing served to increase the strained expectancy with which those in the room had followed the proceedings. A dozen times Manning and Greig had experienced a darting sense of alarm as Britz's case threatened to collapse.
He shut the door softly behind him, but reopened it almost immediately, a look of bewilderment in his eyes. "The woman the one I saw she's outside talkin' to Detective Greig!" he gasped. Britz shot one quick glance at him, then said: "Remain outside until I send for you."
"But but how do you figure it out?" asked Greig, more puzzled than ever. "I shall not reveal that at present," answered Britz. "It will help our investigation to permit the murderer to believe that we don't know how he got to Whitmore. From the statements we have obtained, it is evident that conflicting interests are involved in the crime.
I wish I remembered more of the Pwé how I wish I could see it over and over again, till I could remember part of one of these quiet reedy tunes, so that I could recall this scene and the charm of Burmah whenever I pleased for me, not even a scent, or colour, or form, can recall past scenes so vividly as a few notes of an air, the rhythm of some folk-song a few minor notes, an Alla Allah, and you breathe the hot air of desert, and feel the monotony of black men, and sand, and sun Thrum thrum thrum, and you are in the soft, busy night, in Spain, and again a few minor notes, strung together, perhaps, by Greig, in the Saeter, and you feel the scent of the pines in the valley rising to the snow a concertina takes me back to warm golden sunsets in the dog watches in the Doldrums! guess, I am fortunate receiving sweet suggestions from a concertina!
His father was paralysed, and having incautiously given security for a friend, became bankrupt. His only brother, William, died soon afterwards, and his only sister, Mary, married one of her father's journeymen named Greig, and tried to carry on the business. The father died about 1808, and the Greigs had a hard struggle, though two of the sons ultimately set up a business in Montrose.
Greig was represented as arguing a case in opposition to and as being defeated by Red Jacket. Not happening to see it at the time, the author sought for a copy, but learning that its principal statements were fictitious, he relinquished the undertaking. Mr.
Greig, an officer in the Russian Navy, and second to her cousin Dr. William S. Although she had early manifested a taste for study, and specially for science, she had, until after the death of her first husband, little opportunity of following out her favourite subjects. With Dr.
"Muldoon," he said to the policeman, "notify the coroner and hold Mr. Beard as a material witness until he arrives. After that, you will carry out the instructions of the coroner." Motioning to Greig to follow, Britz left the apartment.
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