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"Well," he said, "nobody can deny that there's a deep mystery about Jacob Herapath's death. And knowing what I do about this Bentham or Burchill, and that he's recently been secretary to Jacob Herapath, I'd just like to know a lot more. And I mean to!" "Got any plan of campaign?" asked Carver. "I have!" affirmed Triffitt with sublime confidence.
Oh, yes, he came home, but he's not at home now! Charlesworth the valet, you know, sir always goes into Mr. Herapath's room at a quarter past seven every morning; when he went in just now he found that Mr. Herapath wasn't there, and the bed hadn't been slept in. So that's where things stand." Selwood looked round the room.
"Great Scot!" said Barthorpe. "Police!" Davidge came quickly and quietly in three other men with him. And in the room from which they emerged Barthorpe saw more men, many more men, and with them an eager, excited face which he somehow recognized the face of the little Argus reporter who had asked him and Selwood for news on the morning after Jacob Herapath's murder.
During his three weeks' knowledge of the Herapath household Selwood had constantly wondered who Mr. Tertius was, what his exact relationship was, what his position really was. He knew that he lived in Jacob Herapath's house, but in a sense he was not of the family.
"I can't think of anything in our transactions with the late Mr. Herapath that gives any clue, any idea, anything at all," he said, somewhat querulously. "Mr. Herapath's transactions with us, right up to the day of his death, were just what they had been for years. Of course, I'm willing to tell you anything, show you anything. You're acting for Miss Wynne, aren't you, Mr. Halfpenny?"
But whether this man had any connection with that murder, whether to discover his whereabouts would be to reveal something of use in establishing Barthorpe Herapath's innocence, were questions which he must leave to Professor Cox-Raythwaite, to whom he was presently going with his news.
"There is so much, Halfpenny," he answered, "that I don't quite know what you specifically mean by this. Do you mean " "I mean, first of all, Herapath's murder," said Mr. Halfpenny. "You think it is a case of murder?" "I'm sure it's a case of murder cold, calculated murder," replied Mr. Tertius, with energy. "Vile murder, Halfpenny."
Well, we take it for granted that this document exists it is, of course, in my safe keeping. Every person has seen it, one time or another. We have here the two gentlemen who witnessed Jacob Herapath's signature and each other's. So I will first ask the elder of the two to tell us what he recollects of the matter. Now, Mr. Tertius?" Mr.
Hinc illae lacrymae. At the moment when Ainger looked in, Herapath's side had scored 35 goals against their adversaries' 29. The rules were strict Rugby, and nothing was wanted to complete the sport but an umpire. The captain arrived in the nick of time. "Offside, Dim! wasn't he, Ainger? That's a place-kick for us! Hang the dog! Get out, Smiley; go and keep goal. See fair play, won't you, Ainger?"
That bank manager is a pompous ass; he's a man of asinine, or possible bovine, mind! Of course, he ought to have revealed these things at both the inquest and the magisterial proceedings! they'll certainly have to be put in evidence at Barthorpe Herapath's trial." "What things?" demanded the old lawyer, a little testily. "Two things facts," replied the Professor, composedly.
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