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It is far better that it never came to the knowledge of the police. I am greatly obliged to you." "May I ask, sir, if what I have told you will be useful in your inquiry?" "Most decidedly. Some day soon Mr. David Hume-Frazer will thank you in person.
After four more years' residence in Naples, Sir Alan and Lady Hume-Frazer left Italy with their two children. Mr. "Mr. Capella married Miss Margaret Hume-Frazer in Naples last January, the marriage being properly registered. His estates are situated in the South of Italy, and his father retired thither permanently during the scandal that took place twenty-eight years ago. Mr.
We want to have everything explained. At present we have so little of what I regard as really definite evidence." "May I ask what that little is?" "Sir Alan Hume-Frazer was murdered with a knife produced by a man like David Hume, whom 'Rabbit Jack' saw standing beneath the yews. Not much, eh?" Winter shook his head dubiously.
The barrister came nearer, and said, in a low tone: "Winter, you have never been more mistaken in your life. Now, attend to my words. If you help me you will, in the first place, be well paid for your services. Secondly, you will be able to place your hand on the true murderer of Sir Alan Hume-Frazer, or I will score my first failure.
Next morning Brett went to Somerset House to consult the will in which Margaret's father left her £1,000 a year. Her brother died intestate. As he expected, the document was phrased adroitly. It read: "I give and bequeath to Margaret Hume-Frazer, who has elected to desert the home provided for her, the sum of " etc., etc.
David Hume-Frazer, lived at Beechcroft during the shooting season, and incidentally fell in love with Miss Helen Layton, daughter of the rector of Sleagill, the Rev. Wilberforce Layton." Hume stirred uneasily in his chair, and the barrister paused, expecting him to say something. But the other only gasped brokenly: "Go on; go on!" "Love lasts longer than death or crime," mused Brett.
He listened intently, and had already drawn several inferences from the man's words. For the life of him he could not classify Robert Hume-Frazer. The man was either a consummate scoundrel, the cold-blooded murderer of Margaret's brother, or a maligned and ill-used man. Within a few minutes he would be called upon to treat him in one category or the other.
Robert Hume-Frazer was undoubtedly in love with his cousin, or, to speak correctly, for the ex-sailor was a gentleman, he had been in love with her as a boy, and now secretly grieved over a hopeless passion. Whether Margaret was conscious of this devotion or not Brett was unable to decide. By neither word nor look was Robert indiscreet.
In our small community, Mr. Brett," she explained, "though we dearly love a little gossip, we are slow to believe that a man married to such a charming if somewhat unconventional woman as Margaret Hume-Frazer I cannot train my tongue to call her Mrs.
He spotted me getting out of the train, and would not leave me until I was clear of the station. He was evidently determined to ascertain my exact identity without any mistake, for he began by asking if I were not Mr. David Hume-Frazer, laying stress on my Christian name. It surprised me a little, because I thought the old chap knew me well."
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