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When he got outside, he went to the factory and found Hulton alone in the president's room. The man looked worn, but greeted Foster with a reserved smile and gave him a cigar. "You haven't been away very long," he remarked. "Didn't your visit turn out as pleasant as you expected?" "In one way, it did not. But why did you send the British police after me?"
But if they could have got me to place a brief in the hands of the worthy and able WHIG SCARLETT, I should have been tried for high treason, and the evidence of Hulton, Entwistle, and Andrew, would have been so beautifully managed, that I am quite sure a packed Yorkshire Whig jury, with the Halls, the Chaytors, the Hultons, the Chadwicks, and the Oddys, at their head, would, under the dexterous management of the worthy hermaphrodite politician, Mr.
"Thank you. You helped him out. You have no ground to think he was embarrassed by the need of money on the night he died?" "I feel sure he was not. He kept me some time talking cheerfully about a hunting trip we meant to make." "Well," said Hulton quietly, "you're going to be surprised now. I did not give my evidence as frankly as you claim to have done, but kept something back. Mr.
You have no evidence to convict him of the other crime." Hulton smiled. "I don't care two bits if he's convicted or not. I want to clear my boy's name and put you into the witness-box." "But you can't make me adapt my story to fit your charge, and the defending lawyer would object to Daly's account as hearsay and not evidence. The judge would rule it out." "I guess so," Hulton agreed.
"In the lathe-room at the other end of the building. The punch in the check-clock shows it," Percival replied. Hulton pondered, knitting his brows, before he said, "Since you thought the man was Jordan, you wouldn't know him again." "No; he was about Jordan's height and build, but I only saw his figure. It showed dark and rather indistinct against the light."
It was a surprise to me when he broke down," Featherstone replied. "This is the first time I've been in the mill since Fred was shot, and I'll own that I'd sooner have come in daylight." They went round a row of loaded cars to the timekeeper's office, where a man told them that Hulton was waiting and they were to go right up.
Character counts for more than fortune, and you really won success by the stubbornness you showed in the Border bogs. It would have come sooner or later, if you hadn't met Hulton." "I'm doubtful," Foster answered. "What I meant to win was you; but in a way, that's wrong. If you hadn't given yourself to me, it would have been impossible.
It was by an accident Walters left Featherstone on the snow couloir." "It doesn't matter if you disbelieve me; this is what happened," Daly rejoined. "My friend we'll call him the man went to the office late in the evening and after some talk, covered Hulton with his pistol.
Whilst tea was preparing, Bowers and I went south, then north, along the cliffs to find a place to ascend nearly everywhere ascent seemed impossible in the vicinity of Hulton Rocks or north, but eventually we found an overhanging cornice close to our rope. After lunch we unloaded a sledge, which, held high on end by four men, just reached the edge of the cornice.
If the fellow had killed Fred Hulton, it was unthinkable that he should help him to escape. Foster felt that he had perhaps, in a sense, already become Daly's accomplice, but meant to save his comrade and keep his promise to Alice. He would see Daly in the morning and decide then what line to take; after all, luck might help him again. Then he knocked out his pipe and went to bed.
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