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One of them, an inspector, came forward, looking dubiously at Peggie Wynne. Selwood hastened out of the car and made for him. "I'm Mr. Herapath's secretary Mr. Selwood," he said, drawing the inspector out of earshot. "Is anything seriously wrong? better tell me before Miss Wynne hears. He isn't dead?" The inspector gave him a warning look. "That's it, sir," he answered in a low voice.
Now she opened the box again, and lifted the tray and there, lying bold and uncovered before her eyes, she saw a letter, inscribed with one word in Jacob Herapath's well-known handwriting "Peggie."
The following is from Herapath's Journal on the effect of the earth's rotation on locomotion: 'Mr Uriah Clarke, of Leicester, has called our attention to an article in the Mechanic's Magazine, by himself, on the influence of the earth's rotation on locomotion.
Presumably he was the man who had presented Jacob Herapath's cheque at Bittleston's Bank first thing on the morning after the murder.
Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock there's to be a sort of informal inquiry at Mr. Halfpenny's office into the matter of a will of the date of Jacob Herapath's all the parties concerned are going to meet there, and I know that this man Burchill is to be present.
He may have gone there." Peggie, who had dropped into the chair at Herapath's desk, immediately jumped up. "Of course we must do that at once!" she exclaimed. "Come to the telephone, Mr. Selwood we may hear something." She and Selwood left the room together. When they had gone, Mr. Tertius once more bent over the supper tray.
"Just so," assented Barthorpe. "A rough notion that's it. Well, Kitteridge, it's your turn. Who found out that Mr. Herapath wasn't in the house this morning?" "Charlesworth, sir Mr. Herapath's valet," replied the butler. "He always called Mr. Herapath at a quarter past seven every morning. When he went into the bedroom this morning Mr. Herapath wasn't there, and the bed hadn't been slept in.
To save Barthorpe Herapath's life! that could only mean that somebody the sender of the note knew that Barthorpe was innocent and some other person guilty. For a moment the girl stared with startled eyes and flushed cheeks at the scrap of paper; then she turned with a quick, questioning look at her companion. And Selwood reached for his hat and his stick, and murmured one word: "Come!"
The similarity of the names of Jacob Herapath's ward, Miss Wynne, and that of the forger, roused my suspicions, and I not only put two and two together, but I made some inquiries privately, and I formed the definite conclusion that Tertius and Wynne were identical, and that the semi-mystery of Tertius's residence in Jacob Herapath's house was then fully accounted for.
And I just as immediately recognized I think I may count myself as a quick thinker that the really important matter just then was not the murder of Jacob Herapath, but the ultimate disposal of Jacob Herapath's immense wealth." "Clever!" sighed Davidge. "Uncommonly clever!" "Now, Professor Cox-Raythwaite, and you, Mr. Selwood," Burchill went on, adding new earnestness to his tone.
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