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"You are my own darling, Sylvia," murmured Paul, kissing her hair; "don't let us talk of the matter. I'll speak to my lawyer friend, but I fear from the attitude of Pash that Mrs. Krill will make good her claim. Were there a chance of keeping you in possession of the money, Pash would never have left you so easily." "I am so sorry about the money on your account, Paul."
You came with your mother to Gwynne Street," replied Sylvia, wondering why she had been honored with a visit. "Quite so. May I have a few minutes' conversation with you?" "Certainly." Sylvia saw no reason to deny this request, although she did not like Miss Krill.
The will gave the five thousand a year to 'my daughter, and Sylvia is the only daughter and only child the legitimate child, mark you of Lemuel Krill." "Lies lies lies!" raged Mrs. Krill, as she may still be called, though rightfully Jessop, "I'll defend the case on my daughter's behalf." "Your daughter, certainly," said Hurd, "but not Krill's." "I say yes." "And I say no.
But you can see that Aaron Norman wrote out an account of his reasons, which could not be pleasant for Mrs. Krill to hear." "I still don't understand," said Paul, hopelessly puzzled. "Well," said the detective, rising and putting on his smart hat, "it's rather a muddle, I confess. I have no reason to suspect Mrs. Krill " "Good heavens, Hurd, you don't think she killed her husband?" "No.
"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."
"But you saw him on that night?" "How can you prove that?" "Very simply. Norman or Krill if you prefer the old name took certain jewellery to Pash for safe keeping shortly before his death. You presented to Pash a paper, undeniably written and signed by the old man, saying that the jewellery was to be given up to bearer.
"And he's the man as came to ask questions at the 'otel. I do call it bold of you, Mister Policeman." "Well," said Hurd, swinging his hat lazily, and looking from one to the other, quite taking in the situation, "you answered very few of my questions, so that is all right." "Why did you go down to Christchurch?" asked Miss Krill.
Krill followed, escorted by the treacherous Pash who was all smiles and hand-washings and bows. Apparently he was quite convinced that the widow's story was true, and Paul felt sick at the news he would have to tell Sylvia. Pash saw the young man, and meeting his indignant eyes darted back into his office like a rabbit into its burrow.
Krill, biting the top of her fan and looking over it, "Lemuel I'll call him by the old name never grew red in the face, and even after years of drinking he never showed any signs of intemperance. Certainly his hands would shake at times, but I never noticed particularly the tightness of the skin you talk of." "A certain shiny look," explained Paul. "Quite so. I never noticed it.
"Being a man you wouldn't, sir, men bein' blind to wrinklings and paint. But paint she do, the hussey, and young she ain't. Over thirty if I die for the sayin' of it." "But Mrs. Krill was married to your master only thirty years ago." "Then more shame to 'er," snapped Deborah, masterfully; "for she ain't an honest woman if the signs of age is believing.
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