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Krill's eyes grew harder than ever. She scented danger. "My past is a most uninteresting one," she said, coldly. "I was born at Stowley, in Buckinghamshire, and married Mr. Krill at Beechill, which is a few miles from that town. He was a traveller in jewellery, but as I did not like his being away from me, I induced him to rent 'The Red Pig' at Christchurch, to which we removed. Then he left me "
Will I write to my sister Tilly, as I don't love Mr. Beecot, and arsk if she knowed master when he wos in that there place, which she can't 'ave, seeing she's bin there but ten year, and he away twenty?" "No, Deborah, you'd better say nothing. The case is in Hurd's hands. I'll tell him what you say, and leave the matter to him. But you must be deceived about Miss Krill's age."
"The same," responded Hay, coldly. "You see I have taken your advice and intend to settle. Pash presented me to the ladies when next they came to his office, and since then I have been almost constantly with them. Miss Krill's affections were disengaged, and she, therefore, with her mother's consent, became my promised wife."
"Beechill's the name of the parish in which she was married to Krill before she came to Christchurch," said Paul, musingly, "so I expect they lived there. Miss Qian might search also for the certificate of Maud Krill's birth." "I told her to, and, failing that, she's to search in Christchurch. We must get the certificate of birth somehow."
"I'm innocent," groaned Jessop. "Every man is innocent until convicted by a jury," said Hurd, calmly. "Consider me a jury and I'll size up your case, when I hear all. Are you innocent of both murders?" "Lady Rachel committed suicide," said Jessop, raising a haggard face. "Yes I stick to that, sir. As to Krill's death in London, I didn't touch him; I swear I didn't."
I have not gone through all the safes below, and may come across the marriage certificate of Miss Krill's I beg pardon, Miss Norman's mother and father. Then there's the birth certificate. We must prove that Miss Sylvia is the daughter of my late esteemed client." "What's that?" shouted Deborah. "Why, I knowed her mother as died. She's the daughter right enough, and "
"In that case," said Beecot, his color rising, "I fancy I see the reason of Mrs. Krill's desire to get you out of the country. Maud," he added deliberately, "may not be your father's daughter after all." "What makes you think that?" "Well. According to the marriage certificate, and to Mrs. Krill's admission, she was married to your father thirty years ago.
She has written you a very nice letter, asking you to go down to Mrs. Krill's house in Kensington, and she really wants to see you before she goes back to Christchurch to-night." "Well, I'll go," said Deborah, suddenly; "but I don't like leavin' you all by your own very self, my sunflower." "I'll be all right, Debby. Paul comes at four o'clock, and you'll be back at five."
I went down to the cellar and fastened the door behind me. Tray was already pressing on the cross stick at the end of the wire, and laughed as he pressed. But I stopped him. I heard you and that woman enter the shop, and heard what you said. I prolonged Krill's agony, and then I pressed the wire down myself for such a time as I thought it would take to squeeze the life out of the beast.
Krill's eyes travelled over his shabby suit from head to foot, and then back again from foot to head. She glanced sideways at her companion, and the girl laughed in a hard, contemptuous manner. "I fear you will be disappointed in losing a rich wife, sir," said the elder woman, sweetly. "I have not lost the money yet," replied Paul, hotly. "Not that I care for the money."
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