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Tansley gave him a significant glance, nodding his head sideways at other men near them. "Going to be a more serious affair, this, than the first was, Brent," he whispered. "These police chaps have either got something up their sleeves or Hawthwaite's got some bee in his bonnet!
Tansley caught sight of Brent, and leaving the solicitors' table in the well of the court went over to him. "What're you doing perched out there?" he asked. "Come down with me I'll find room for you." "No," said Brent. "I'm all right here; I may have to leave. And I'm not on in this affair. It's Hawthwaite's show. And is he right, this time?" "God knows!" exclaimed Tansley.
Which the place was empty, sir, for all but me and my work, sir." The Coroner motioned Mrs. Spizey to stand down, and glanced at Hawthwaite. "I think this would be a convenient point at which to adjourn," he said. But Hawthwaite's eyes were turned elsewhere. In the body of the court an elderly man had risen.
A sudden ringing at the front-door bell, a sudden loud knocking on the same door, made Brent crush envelope and telegram in his hand and thrust the crumpled ball of paper into his pocket. A second later he heard voices at the door, heavy steps in the hall, Hawthwaite's voice. "No," said the parlour-maid, evidently answering some question, "but Mr. Brent's in the study. The mistress "
"Welton, were you present when Superintendent Hawthwaite arrested the prisoner Krevin Crood, and afterwards when the other prisoner, Simon Crood, was taken into custody?" "I was, sir." "Did you afterwards, on Superintendent Hawthwaite's instructions, search Krevin Crood's lodgings and Simon Crood's house?" "I did, sir." "Tell their Worships what you found."
"Whatever Sergeant Pryder knows he's got from Hawthwaite, of course," remarked Brent. "To be sure, sir!" agreed Peppermore. "Hawthwaite's been up to something I've felt that for some days. I imagine there'll be new witnesses to-morrow, but who they'll be I can't think." Brent could not think, either, nor did he understand Hawthwaite's reserve.
They became silent as Queenie and Brent passed in, and Brent, ushering Queenie into the inner hall, turned back to them. "Something going?" he asked laconically. The men looked at each other; the landlord, with a glance in Queenie's direction, replied, lowering his voice: "Then you haven't heard, Mr. Brent?" he said. "I thought you'd have known. Hawthwaite's arrested Krevin Crood for the murder."
He fetched Queenie from Mrs. Appleyard's that morning, and, utterly careless of the sly looks that were cast on him and her, marched her through the market-place to Hawthwaite's office at the police station. To Hawthwaite, keenly interested, he detailed particulars of Queenie's discovery about the typewritten letter and produced her proofs. Hawthwaite took it all in silently.
Elstrick where's she got to? I noticed her in court." "Left, sir, just before Krevin Crood finished," said Hawthwaite's companion. "I saw her slip out." "Ay, well!" observed Hawthwaite. "I don't know that that matters! If any of them can get through the meshes of our net ... Mr. Brent!" "Well?" asked Brent.
"That," he remarked, pausing at last in front of Hawthwaite's desk, "means that there was a conspiracy?" "To be sure!" assented Hawthwaite. "Got proof of it!" "Then I wish you'd laid hands on Mallett and Coppinger," said Brent. "You've no idea of their whereabouts, I suppose?" "None, so far," replied Hawthwaite. "Nor can I make out how or precisely when they slipped off. But they are off.
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