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Under her father's will, if it is very cleverly drawn, Mrs. Capella may receive £1,000 per annum. She has not the remotest claim to Beechcroft and its revenues or to her brother's intestate estate." Winter whistled. "My eye!" he exclaimed. "What is Capella going to get out of it?" "Revenge! His is a legacy of hate, like most other benefactions in the Hume-Frazer family.
At ten yards' distance Brett knew that the other man was he whom he sought, the murderer of Sir Alan Hume-Frazer, the human ogre whose mission on earth seemed to be the extinction of all who bore that fated name. It is idle to deny that Brett was startled by this unexpected rencontre.
"On a charge of complicity after the act in relation to the murder of Sir Alan Hume-Frazer. Your accomplice, Ooma, is the murderer." "What!" shrieked Mrs. Jiro, flouncing on to her knees and breaking forth into piteous sobs. "Oh, my precious infant! Oh, my darling Nummie! Will they part us from our babe?" The door opened, and a frowsy head appeared.
Robert Hume-Frazer quitted his hotel for a stroll in the West End, and narrowly escaped being run over in Whitehall. About 8 p.m. his cousin, Mr. David Hume-Frazer, was driving through the Avenue in a hansom, when the vehicle upset, and the young gentleman was thrown out. He was picked up in a terrible condition, and is reported to be in danger of his life."
You have not been in the dining-room or picture-gallery at Beechcroft, or you must have noticed this instantly." Brett flung himself into a chair. "The Argentine!" he muttered. "A nice school for a 'quarrelsome' Hume-Frazer." He had calmed sufficiently to reach for his cigarette-case when Smith entered with a note, delivered by a boy messenger. It was from Winter: "Have found Okasaki.
Charles Hume-Frazer died a poor man, having lost his fortune by speculation." "Have you seen your cousin Robert? Did he resemble Alan and you?" "We were all as like as peas. People say that our house is remarkable for the unchanging type of its male line. That is readily demonstrated by the family portraits.
I was a fool. I tried to stop the inquiry by getting rid of David Hume-Frazer. As if he had brains enough to get on my track! About that girl! She believes in me. She does not know anything of my past. Do not tell her. Try to help her. She is coarse, one of the people, as you say here, but she has courage and is faithful. Help her!" His head drooped.
What you and I suffer from are defects implanted by idle nursemaids and doting mothers. Let us, for the moment, adopt the policy of the theosophists and sit in consultation apart from our astral bodies. Who killed Sir Alan Hume-Frazer? I answer, a relative. What relative? Someone we do not know, whom he did not know, or who committed murder because he was known.
"I little dreamed that such could be the object of your visit, Davie. What has happened " The Italian swung round viciously. "If you come here as a detective, Mr. Brett," he snapped, "I refer you to the police. Mr. Hume-Frazer is known to them." The man's swarthy rage added force to the taunt. David Hume leaped up, but Brett anticipated him, gripping his arm firmly, and without ostentation.
But the barrister was not anxious to let the cousin from Argentina into the secret of the search for him. "I have found out nothing," he interrupted. "I have been at Beechcroft all the afternoon and evening. Meanwhile, you must be surprised to meet Mr. Robert Hume-Frazer here so unexpectedly." David luckily grasped his friend's intention.
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