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Forster must have been an excellent private actor, for he had power and skill quite exceptional in that way. His force carried him along wherever he chose to go, and when he played "Kitely," his ability must have been strikingly apparent.
She unlocked the door, walked into the open living-room, and turning up a lamp which stood on the table, glanced around her. "No," she continued. "He's not come in so " "Better tell her, Mr. Bent," whispered the sergeant. "No use keeping it back, sir she'll have to know." "The fact is," said Bent, "Mr. Kitely we're afraid has been murdered."
And proof as he believed himself to be against such slight things, the sudden opening of a window above his head made him jump. The startled bank-manager, hurrying down to his midnight visitor in his dressing-gown and slippers, stood aghast when he had taken the Mayor within and learned his errand. "Certainly!" he said. "Kitely was in the bank today, about noon I attended to him myself.
He was known to a few people there, and he took good care to let those of his acquaintance who met him hear that he had come down to arrange his aunt's affairs, and to help in the removal of the household goods bequeathed to her by the deceased Kitely.
Will you have a drop of whisky?" Kitely laid a handful of gold and silver on the desk, took the receipt, and nodded his head, still watching Cotherstone with the same half-humorous expression. "Thank you," he said. "I shouldn't mind."
"You have been with him, as housekeeper, nearly ten years continuously?" "Never left him since I first came to him." "Where did you first come to him where did he live then?" "In London." "Yes and where, in London?" "83, Acacia Grove, Camberwell." "You lived with Mr. Kitely at 83, Acacia Grove, Camberwell, from the time you became his housekeeper until now nearly ten years in all.
"If you want my father, and he's not in, then I don't know where he is he went out early in the evening, and he hadn't returned when I left the house an hour ago." "I daresay it's nothing," replied Bent. "But the fact is that something has happened. Your neighbour at the other end of the wood old Mr. Kitely, you know he's been found dead."
Granted there's some nasty evidence against Harborough, there's also the presumption founded on words from her own lips that Miss Pett expects to benefit by this old man's death. She's a strong and wiry woman, and you tell me Kitely was getting somewhat enfeebled she might have killed him, you know.
Mallalieu was a quick walker, and he covered this distance at his top speed. But during those few minutes he came to a conclusion, for he was as quick of thought as in the use of his feet. Of course, Cotherstone had killed Kitely. That was certain.
Clearly, Miss Pett is to be suspected!" "Do you mean to tell me that she'd kill old Kitely just to get possession of the bit he had to leave?" asked Bent incredulously. "Come, now, that's a stiff proposition." "Not to me," replied Brereton.
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