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"Just over three months." Brereton let a moment or two elapse before he asked his next question, which was accompanied by another searching inspection of the witness. "Do you know anything about Mr. Kitely's relations?" "No!" answered Miss Pett. "And for a simple reason. He always said he had none." "He was never visited by anybody claiming to be a relation?"
Brereton had expected that the police would ask for an adjournment after the usual evidence of the superficial facts, and of the prisoner's arrest, had been offered; instead of that, the prosecution brought forward several witnesses, and amongst them the bank-manager, who said that when he cashed Kitely's draft for him the previous morning, in Harborough's presence, he gave Kitely the one half of the money in gold.
"Aye, sir!" he answered. "The best suggestion you could get. If you want to find out who killed Kitely go back! Go back, sir go inch by inch, through Kitely's life!" Bent, taking his guest home to dinner after the police-court proceedings, showed a strong and encouraging curiosity.
Brereton there is not a living soul in this world who knows the contents of that will but your humble and obedient!" "Do you propose to communicate the contents of the late Mr. Kitely's will to us?" asked Brereton, drily. "I do, sir," replied Mr. Pett. "And for this reason. My relative Miss Pett does not know what Mr. Kitely's profession had been, nor what Mr. Kitely died possessed of.
"Sorry I let it out so clumsily I didn't think it would affect you like that. But there it is Kitely's been murdered. Strangled!" "Strangled!" echoed Mallalieu. "Dear dear dear! When was this, now?" "Within the hour," replied Bent. "Mr. Brereton here a friend of mine from London and I were spending the evening at your partner's, when that neighbour of his, Garthwaite, came running in to tell Mr.
"This was Kitely's snug," remarked Miss Pett calmly, as she turned up the lamp to the full. "He slept in that bed, studied at that desk, and smoked his pipe in that chair. He called it his sanctum-something-or-other I don't know no Latin. But it's a nice room, and it's comfortable, or will be when I put a fire in that grate, and it'll do very well for you until you can move.
Kitely had written the word Scrap-book on the first blank page. Afterwards, at the tops of pages, he had filled in dates in big figures for reference 1875 1879 1887 and so on. And Brereton suddenly saw, and understood, and realized. The cryptic entry in Kitely's pocket-book became plain as the plainest print. M. & C. v. S. B. cir. 81: Brereton could amplify that now.
It was abundantly clear to him by that time that Kitely and Stoner had been in possession of a secret: it seemed certain that both had been murdered by some person who desired to silence them. There was no possible doubt as to Kitely's murder: from what Brereton had heard that afternoon there seemed to be just as little doubt that Stoner had also been murdered.
"What does it look like? You've heard the woman's record! The probability is that she did murder that Eurasian, girl that she took advantage of Stilman's use of drugs to finish him off. She certainly benefited by Stilman's death and she's without doubt benefited by Kitely's. I repeat what does it look like?" "What do you propose to do?" asked Brereton.
Bent there's naught can upset or frighten me, let me tell you I'm past all that!" "I'm afraid Mr. Kitely's past everything, too, then," said Bent. He looked steadily at her for a moment, and seeing that she understood, went on. "They're bringing him up, Miss Pett you'd better make ready. You won't be alarmed I don't think there's any doubt that he's been murdered."
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