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Updated: June 21, 2025
While every neck was craned forward to catch a glimpse of the memorandum book, Tansley suddenly saw Krevin Crood making signals to him from the dock. He drew Brent's attention to the fact; then went down into the well of the court and over to Krevin.
Brent, is one of the Hathelsborough abuses that your poor cousin meant to rid the ratepayers of fact, sir!" "How?" asked Brent. "Well," continued Peppermore, "I said that Simon and some others cooked things for him. Instead of dismissing Krevin for incompetence and inattention to his duties, they retired him with a pension.
"As reward for inducing the Mayor to withhold from the public certain information which he had acquired as regards the unsatisfactory condition of the borough finances?" asked the chairman. "Y-es, if you put it that way," assented Krevin. "You might put it another way, as regards the Mayor. He was to just let things slide." "Go on, if you please," said the chairman dryly. "We understand."
"Yes, it was there!" "You saw it?" "I saw it." "Have you ever seen it since?" "Never!" "Do you know if Mr. Krevin Crood took it out of the drawer?" "No!" "Did you see it in his possession that evening?" "No! I didn't. But it wasn't in the drawer next morning." "You are sure of that?" "Positive. I went into Mr. Mallett's dressing-room very early next morning, and I noticed that Mr.
Brent watched them curiously; it seemed to him that Krevin was asking Tansley's advice, and that Tansley was dissuading Krevin from adopting some particular course. They conversed for some minutes, while the magistrates were examining the memorandum book and the papers. Simon Crood joined in, and seemed to agree with Tansley.
Because I utterly refuse to be a cat's paw in the hands of the Town Trustees any longer! Those are my reasons." Tansley dug his elbow into Brent's ribs as an irrepressible murmur of surprise broke out all round the court. But Brent was watching the men in the dock. Krevin Crood smiled cynically; the smile developed into a short, sharp laugh.
"What's the story?" asked Brent, still quietly watching the subject of Peppermore's remarks. "Oh, the old one," said Peppermore. "Krevin Crood was once a solicitor, and Town Clerk, and, as I say, the biggest swell in the place. Making his couple of thousand a year, I should think. Come down in the usual fashion drink, gambling, extravagance and so on.
Now, supposing that Krevin Crood, with his profound knowledge of the older parts of the town, knew of some mysterious and secret way into the Mayor's Parlour, and had laid in wait there, resolved on killing the man who was threatening by his reforming actions to deprive him of his pension? It was not an impossible theory. And others branched out of it.
"Suspect!" sneered Hawthwaite. "Lord! You wait till Simon and Krevin are brought up before the magistrates to-morrow morning! We've got the whole evidence so absolutely full and clear that we can go right full steam ahead with the case to-morrow. Meeking'll prosecute, and I hope to get 'em committed before the afternoon's over." "Look here," said Brent, "tell me what's the line?
How does the thing stand?" "Thus," replied Hawthwaite. "We shall charge Krevin with the murder of your cousin, and Simon with being accessory to the fact." "Before or after?" asked Brent. "Before!" "And those other two Mallett and Coppinger?" "Same charge as Simon." Brent took a turn or two about the room.
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