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And there," he added, pointing to the sheet of paper on which Queenie had made specimens of the broken type of Simon's antiquated machine, "is a stone which needs examining on all four sides!" Hawthwaite picked up the sheet of paper, twisted it in his big fingers, and looked over it at the two young people with a quizzical smile.
My own impression is that Wellesley was clear off with Mrs. Saumarez." Hawthwaite, essentially a man of fixed ideas, looked sullen. "Well, it isn't mine, then," he growled. "From all I've learnt and I've chances and opportunities that most folks haven't my impression is that both men were after her, right up to the time Wallingford was murdered.
"You'll take care of that, Mr. Superintendent?" he said. "A clue!" "I should just think so!" exclaimed Hawthwaite. He picked up a box of letter-paper which lay close by, emptied it of its contents, and lifted the fragment of handkerchief by a corner. "That goes into my safe," he continued, as he placed his find in the box. "A clue, as you say, and an important one.
Brent and myself'll be secret as the grave he lies in! All right, doctor just leave it to me." When Wellesley had gone away, Hawthwaite turned to Brent. "I don't believe for one moment that Mallett murdered your cousin!" he said. "I'm not surprised about this other affair, but I don't think it's anything to do with what we're after. No; that's on a side-track. But I'll tell you what, Mr.
More interest came when Hawthwaite produced the fragment of handkerchief picked up on the hearth of the Mayor's Parlour, half-burnt; and when he brought forward the rapier which had been discovered behind the bookcase; still more when a man who kept an old curiosity shop in a back street of the town proved that he had sold the rapier to Wallingford only a few days before the murder.
Then recall Superintendent Hawthwaite for a moment. Superintendent, you have just heard of a certain pocket-book which belonged to the late Mayor. Was it found on his dead body, or on his desk, or anywhere, after the murder? No? Not after the most careful and thorough search? Completely disappeared? Very good. Now let us have Louisa Speck."
But it was of importance to find out about your cousin's own movements, because, you see, he might have been seen, for instance, in conversation with some stranger, or or something of that sort, and it all helps." "You don't know anything about the presence of any strangers in the town last night?" inquired Brent. "Oh, we've satisfied ourselves about that," replied Hawthwaite.
As soon as ever this Local Government Board inspection's over, I'll make that move. And how do you think that inspection'll turn out, Mr. Brent?" "Don't know, can't say, no idea," replied Brent. "Nor have I!" remarked Hawthwaite. "Candidly, I never expect much from so-called public inquiries. There's too much officialism about 'em. Still, every little helps."
"There's no doubt he wrote that threatening letter," observed Brent. "Oh, no doubt, no doubt whatever," agreed Hawthwaite. "What about that handkerchief and the inquiry at the laundry?" asked Brent. Hawthwaite accompanied his reply with a nod and a wink. "That's being followed up," he said. "Don't ask me any more now; we're progressing, and, I believe, in the right direction this time.
Jeaveson about it, sir, and showed him what I meant. He discussed the matter with Mr. Polford afterwards, and it was decided that I should go over to Hathelsborough and see Mr. Hawthwaite, taking the machine with me." "Did you do that?" "Yes, sir, next day, in the evening." "Did you tell Superintendent Hawthwaite of your discovery and hand the machine to him?" "Yes, sir; both."
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