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"No, I am a poor author who has yet to win his spurs." "I thought of being an author myself," said the young man, "but it was such a fag to think about things." "You want your material supplied to you perhaps," put in Mrs. Krill in a calm, contemptuous way. "Oh, no! If I wrote stories like the author johnnies I'd rake up my family history. There's lots of fun there."
Luckily the name of Lemuel Krill was not mentioned often in the papers, and Sandal hasn't seen a hand-bill that I know of. I suppose you agree with me that silence is judicious?" "Yes," assented Paul, "I think it is." "And you congratulate me on my approaching marriage?" "Certainly. Now, perhaps, you will live like Falstaff when he was made a knight."
"He said he didn't," rejoined the man with emphasis, "but I truly believe, mister, as he did, one of them times, when mad with drink and out of the room. He wanted the brooch, d'ye see, though why he should have lost the loot by sealin' the kid's mouth with it I can't say." "When did you come across Krill again?" "Ho," said Jessop, drawing his hand across his mouth, "'twas this way, d'ye see.
Krill did get the brooch." "The evidence is against her," said Hurd; "remember the threat " "Yes, but wait till you hear Mrs. Purr," said Paul, "but just a moment, Hurd. You must learn how Norman laid the foundations of his fortune." "Ah, I forget! Well?" and the detective settled himself to listen further.
"You have not got the money yet, madam," he said defiantly. Not at all disturbed, Mrs. Krill smiled her eternal smile. "I am here to get it. There is a will, you say," she added, turning to Pash. "And I understand from this gentleman," she indicated Beecot slightly, "that the money is left to Mr. Krill's daughter. Does he name Maud or Sylvia?" Pash slapped down the certificate irritably.
Paul could not help contrasting all this luxury and taste with his bare garret. But with Sylvia's love to warm his heart, he would not have changed places with Grexon Hay for all his splendor. Two ladies were seated by the fire. Mrs. Krill in black, majestic and calm as usual. She wore diamonds on her breast and jewelled stars in her gray hair.
When she was safely off the premises, Hurd walked to the telegraph office, and sent a cipher message to the Yard, asking for a couple of plain clothes policemen to be sent down. He wanted to have Hokar and Miss Matilda Junk watched, also the house, in case Mrs. Krill and her daughter should return. Captain Jessop he proposed to look after himself.
But there his common sense left him and he made a valedictory speech. "I know that Mr. Krill left the money to Sylvia." "Oh, no," said the widow, "to his daughter, as I understand the wording of the will runs. In that case this nameless girl has nothing." "Pash!" cried Beecot, turning despairingly to the little solicitor. The old man shook his head and sucked in his cheeks. "I am sorry, Mr.
I was so feared," added Jessop, wiping his forehead at the recollection, "that I ran out of doors." "What good would that do?" "Lor', I dunno," confessed the man, shivering, "but I wos skeered out of my life. It wos rainin' pitchforks, as y'might say, and I raced on through the rain for an hour or so. Then I thought, as I wos innocent, I'd make tracks back, and I did. I found Krill had cut."
I know all about him as Aaron Norman," added Pash, with emphasis, "but as Lemuel Krill I, knowing nothing but the name, can say nothing. Nor do I want to. Young people," ended the lawyer, impressively, "let sleeping dogs lie." "What do you mean?" asked Sylvia, looking startled. "Nothing he means nothing," interposed Paul hastily, for the girl had undergone quite enough torments.
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