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"That's just where the point is," answered Calton. "He doesn't want to save his neck." Kilsip, looking rather bewildered, took a sip of whisky, and waited to hear what Mr. Calton had to say. "The fact is," said Calton, lighting a fresh cigar, "he has some extraordinary idea in his head. He refuses absolutely to say where he was on that night." "I understand," said Kilsip, nodding his head.
"There's nothing against Moreland to implicate him. If he killed Whyte, what made him go and see Frettlby?" "But," said Kilsip, sagely nodding his head, "if, as Moreland Bays, he had Whyte's coat in his possession before the murder how is it that I should discover it afterwards up a fir-tree in the Fitzroy Gardens, with an empty chloroform bottle in the pocket."
Kilsip closed the door softly, and then taking a seat opposite to Calton, waited for him to speak. The lawyer, however, first handed him a cigar, and then producing a bottle of whisky and two glasses from some mysterious recess, he filled one and pushed it towards the detective.
A. Yes, it is very much the same. Kilsip then gave his evidence, and deposed that he had examined the ground between the window, where the hand was alleged to have appeared, and the garden wall. There were no footmarks on the flower-bed under the window, which was the only place where footmarks would show, as the lawn itself was hard and dry.
"My gran'darter Sal kin tell ye." "Where is she?" asked Kilsip, sharply. At this the old woman threw back her head, and howled dismay. "She's 'ooked it," she wailed, drumming on the ground with her feet. "Gon' an' left 'er pore old gran' an' joined the Army, cuss 'em, a-comin' round an' a-spilin' business." Here the woman on the bed broke out again
"I've met a good many examples of these sudden conversions, but they never last long as a rule it's a case of 'the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be, more than anything else. Good-looking?" "So-so, I believe," replied Kilsip, shrugging his shoulders. "Very ignorant could neither read nor write."
'Oh, indeed, said Calton, quietly; 'then if you both are innocent, who is the guilty person? Villiers was about to speak when another man entered the open window. This was none other than Kilsip, who advanced eagerly to Villiers. 'He has come in at the gate, he said, quickly. 'Have you the warrant, asked Villiers, as a sharp ring was heard at the front door.
Yes, there he stood, meek, apologetic, and smiling the fast-living bank-clerk, the darling of society, and the secret assassin Mr Bartholomew Jarper. He advanced smilingly into the room, when suddenly the smile died away, and his face blanched as his eyes rested on Villiers. He made a step backward as if to fly, but in a moment Kilsip was on him.
M. Vandeloup then left the box amid great excitement, and Kilsip was again examined. He deposed that he had searched Miss Marchurst's room, and found half a bottle of extract of hemlock. The contents of the bottle had been analysed, and were found identical with the conia discovered in the stomach of the deceased. Q. You say the bottle was half empty?
I will telegraph to him and Kilsip to come up to my office this afternoon at three o'clock, and then we will settle the whole matter." "And Sal Rawlins?" "Oh! I quite forgot about her," said Calton, in a perplexed voice. "She knows nothing about her parents, and, of course, Mark Frettlby died in the belief that she was dead." "We must tell Madge," said Brian, gloomily. "There is no help for it.
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