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The barrister, Chinston, and Kilsip, all promised to keep silent, and they kept the promise nobly, for nothing was ever known of the circumstances which led to the death of Oliver Whyte, and it was generally supposed that it must have been caused by some quarrel between the dead man and his friend Roger Moreland.
"Yes, Whyte's," repeated Kilsip, with great satisfaction. "I found it in the Fitzroy Gardens, near the gate that opens to George Street, East Melbourne. It was up in a fir-tree." "Then Mr. Frettlby must have got out at Powlett Street, and walked down George Street, and then through the Fitzroy Gardens into town," said Calton.
Kilsip turning to the left, led the barrister down another and still narrower lane, the darkness and gloom of which made the lawyer shudder, as he wondered how human beings could live in such murky places.
The chemist turned up in his book, and found that Whyte was the purchaser." "And what did he buy it for?" asked Chinston. "That's more than I can tell you," said Kilsip, with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's down in the book as being bought for medicinal uses, which may mean anything." "The law requires a witness," observed Calton, cautiously. "Who was the witness?"
She was evidently growing very weak, so Calton turned to Kilsip and told him in a whisper to get a doctor. The detective scribbled a note on some paper, and, giving it to Lizer, ordered her to take it. At this, the other girl arose, and, putting her arm in that of the child's, they left together. "Them two young 'usseys gone?" said Mother Guttersnipe.
"I'm going to arrest Moreland right off," said Kilsip. There was a silence for a few moments, and then Calton spoke again. "I suppose it must be so poor girl poor girl." "I'm very sorry for the young lady myself," said the detective in his soft, low voice; "but you see I cannot let a dangerous criminal escape for a mere matter of sentiment." "Of course not," said Fitzgerald, sharply.
"Well, now," observed Kilsip, after a pause, "do you know you rather startled me when you told me he had received a cheque for that amount." "Why?" "It's such a large one," replied the detective, "and had I known what sum he had paid into his account I should have been suspicious." "Then he has been to the bank?" "To his own bank, yes.
Punctual to his appointment, Kilsip called at Calton's office at eight o'clock, in order to guide him through the squalid labyrinths of the slums. He found the barrister waiting impatiently for him. The fact is, Calton had got it into his head that Rosanna Moore was at the bottom of the whole mystery, and every new piece of evidence he discovered went to confirm this belief.
So, as the matter stood at the time of Mark Frettlby's return to Melbourne, Mr. Calton was waiting for Fitzgerald's confession before making a move, while Kilsip worked stealthily in the dark, searching for evidence against Moreland. On receiving Madge's telegram, Brian determined to go down in the evening, but not to dinner, so he sent a reply to Madge to that effect.
"I ain't a-goin' to have my inside spil'd with salts and senner. I don't want neither parsons nor doctors, I don't. I wouldn't 'ave a lawyer, only I'm a-thinkin' of makin' my will, I am." "Mind I gits the watch," yelled Lizer, from the corner. "If you gives it to Sal I'll tear her eyes out." "Silence!" said Kilsip, sharply, and, with a muttered curse, Lizer sat back in her corner.
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