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But the little gentleman would not hear to it, and when I brought the soda, poured himself a double portion. He stood looking at it, with his face screwed up, as if the very odor revolted him. "The chances are," he said, "that Ladley that I having a nasty piece of work to do during the night, would will take a larger drink than usual." He raised the glass, only to put it down.
He was smiling as he bowed us out. I turned in the doorway. "This will free Mr. Ladley, I suppose?" I asked. "Not just yet," he said pleasantly. "This makes just eleven places where Jennie Brice spent the first three days after her death." "But I can positively identify the dress."
Ladley sauntered into the room and looked at the new paper. I could both see and hear him. It was rather weird. "God, what a wall-paper!" he said. That was Friday afternoon. All that evening, and most of Saturday and Sunday, Mr. Holcombe sat on the floor, with his eye to the reflecting mirror and his note-book beside him. I have it before me. On the first page is the "dog meat two dollars" entry.
She had taken some of her clothing not all, and had left a note. The witness read the note aloud in a trembling voice: "DEAR MOTHER: When you get this I shall be married to Mr. Ladley. Don't worry. Will write again from N.Y. Lovingly, From that time until a week before, she had not heard from her daughter. Then she had a card, mailed from Madison Square Station, New York City.
Both of us knew that behind the parlor door Ladley was probably listening. "Sorry to get you up, Mrs. Pitman," said Mr. Graves, "but this man says he has bought beer here to-day. That won't do, Mrs. Pitman." "Beer! I haven't such a thing in the house. Come in and look," I snapped. And the two of them went back to the kitchen. "Now," said Mr.
I asked if she was not ill, and he said no; that she had gone away early; that he had rowed her to Federal Street, and that she would be back Saturday. It was shortly after that that the dog Peter brought in one of Mrs. Ladley's slippers, water-soaked." "You recognized the slipper?" "Positively. I had seen it often." "What did you do with it?" "I took it to Mr. Ladley." "What did he say?"
"Tell again where you left it the night before it was found floating down-stairs." "On a shelf over the stove." "Could the dog have reached it there?" "Not without standing on a hot stove." "Is it not possible that Mr. Ladley, unable to untie the boat, borrowed your knife to cut the boat's painter?" "No painter was cut that I heard about The paper-hanger " "No, no. The boat's painter the rope."
Ladley, but it was chilly in the house with the gas shut off and the lower floor full of ice-water. And it is hard enough to keep boarders in the flood district. She did not answer to my knock, so I opened the door and went in. She was at the window, looking after him, and the brown valise, that figured in the case later, was opened on the floor.
He helped me up, and I sat in a chair and tried to keep my lips from shaking. And then I saw that Mr. Holcombe had brought a suit case with him, and had set it inside the door. "Ladley is safe, until he gets bail, anyhow," he said. "They picked him up as he was boarding a Pennsylvania train bound east." "For murder?" I asked. "As a suspicious character," he replied grimly.
He got pretty close in there and I threw him a rope. He was about done up." "Would you know him again?" "Yes, sir. He gave me five dollars, and said to say nothing about it. He didn't want anybody to know he had been such a fool." They took him quietly up stairs then and let him look through the periscope. He identified Mr. Ladley absolutely. When Tim and Mr. Graves had gone, Mr.
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