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And Peppermore had said further that Krevin Crood knew all about the antiquities of Hathelsborough knew so much, indeed, that he acted as cicerone to people who wanted to explore the Castle, and the church, and the Moot Hall.
Krevin took the matter calmly, and merely remarked that he, Hawthwaite, was making the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life; Simon manifested great anger and indignation, and threatened an action for false imprisonment. When actually charged neither of the accused made any answer at all. The superintendent stood down, and Meeking looked towards an inner door of the court.
"Did you take Mr. Krevin upstairs?" "Yes. I took him up to Mr. Mallett's dressing-room. I showed him the hot water arrangement, got him clean towels, and asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted a clean shirt, a collar, and a handkerchief." "A handkerchief?" "Yes, a handkerchief." "Did you get him these things?" "I showed him where to get them. I opened the drawers in which Mr.
"Welton, were you present when Superintendent Hawthwaite arrested the prisoner Krevin Crood, and afterwards when the other prisoner, Simon Crood, was taken into custody?" "I was, sir." "Did you afterwards, on Superintendent Hawthwaite's instructions, search Krevin Crood's lodgings and Simon Crood's house?" "I did, sir." "Tell their Worships what you found."
"And I saw, of course, that this was a put-up job, an arranged meeting between her and Krevin. They met, turned, walked up and down the lane together for a good ten minutes, talking in whispers. They passed and repassed me several times, and I'd have given a good deal to hear what they were talking about.
The fragment went the round of the bench of magistrates, and Tansley whispered to Brent that if Meeking could prove that Krevin Crood had taken that handkerchief out of Mallett's drawer, and had thrown it away on the following evening in the Mayor's Parlour, Krevin's neck was in danger. "But there's a link missing yet," he murmured. "How did Krevin get at Wallingford? They've got to prove that!
"On your oath, did you see that handkerchief in Mr. Krevin Crood's possession that night he was at Mr. Mallett's?" he asked. "I've already told him I never did," retorted Louisa Speck, pointing at Meeking. "I didn't see him with it. But I'm very certain he got it!"
"Everybody tumbles to that! We've been going off on all sorts of side-tracks all the morning, now Wellesley, now Mrs. Mallett, and now here's another! Access to the Mayor's Parlour there you are! Easy as winking, on Krevin Crood's theory. Lay you a fiver to a shilling old Seagrave won't go on any farther." Herein Tansley was quickly proved to be right.
I only heard their voices." "Did you recognize her voice as that of any woman you knew?" "I did unmistakably! I knew quite well who she was." "Who was she, then?" Krevin shook his head. "For the moment wait!" he replied. "Let me tell my tale in my own way. To resume, I say they she and Wallingford were having high words.
Mallett would think nothing of taking half a dozen handkerchiefs a day." "But the handkerchief was there when you opened the drawer for Mr. Krevin that evening, and it wasn't there when you looked into the drawer next morning early? That so?" "Yes, that's so." "Very well! Now then, about this little dinner. Mr. Mallett had three guests, Mr. Simon Crood, Mr. Krevin Crood, Mr. Coppinger?
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