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To own the truth, I don't suspect you now, but for your own sake for your own safety, explain how that knife came to be in Miss Loach's house." "I can't say," cried Cuthbert, vehemently, "really I can't. I swear I never missed it until you drew my attention to the blank left in the trophy of arms yonder." He flung himself into a seat, and passed his hand through his hair with a bewildered air.
"Basil;" continued the lawyer, still not noticing the interruption, "is a young fool. He thought himself sure of Miss Loach's money and he was until a week before she died. Then he came to Rose Cottage and insulted her " "I have heard that. She ordered him out of the house." "She did. Miss Loach was a bitter, acrid old woman when the fit took her.
"It's quite big enough for me as it is," retorted Cuthbert, "although I don't know what you mean. All I desire is to get to the root of the matter and marry Juliet. Find Miss Loach's assassin, Jennings, and don't bother about this dead-and-gone coining case."
The bosom of her purple gown was disarranged, and the lace which adorned it was stained with blood. Startled by her looks Susan hurried forward and gazed searchingly into the face. There was no sign of recognition in the wide, staring eyes. Susan, quivering with dread, touched Miss Loach's shoulder. Her touch upset the body and it rolled on the floor. The woman was dead.
And for that reason I held my tongue; particularly as I got over the wall near the cottage." "Where do you mean?" "Well, there's a field of corn nearly ready to be cut near the cottage. It's divided from the garden by a fence. I came along the foot-path that leads from the station and jumped the fence." "Did you enter Miss Loach's grounds?" "No. I had no right to.
The newly-engaged servant returned that same afternoon to the suburban station, which tapped the district of Rexton. A trunk, a bandbox and a bag formed her humble belongings, and she arranged with a porter that these should be wheeled in a barrow to Rose Cottage, as Miss Loach's abode was primly called. Having come to terms, Susan left the station and set out to walk to the place.
The bill to which Miss Loach's name was forged is in the possession of Miss Saxon in fact I may tell you that Basil himself assured me it had been destroyed." "Of course he would say that," scoffed Maraquito, her eyes flashing, "but the check to which Hale's name is affixed is not destroyed, and Hale shall proceed on that." "Hale shall not do so," said Cuthbert resolutely.
Well," poor Susan sighed, "she is a sweet young lady. I suppose he loves her." "Devotedly. He will be married soon." "And she's got Miss Loach's money too," sighed Susan again, "what a lucky young lady. Handsome looks in a husband and gold galore. A poor servant like me has to look on and keep her heart up with the Church Service.
"Because she has consented to marry me. She intends, at my request, to make over Miss Loach's money to her mother. We have had quite enough dabbling in crime, and we are both sick of it." "I think you are very wise," said Caranby unexpectedly, "let the case be, Mr. Jennings." "What did Miss Saxon tell you?" asked the detective irrelevantly.
"The fact is, I am engaged to Juliet Saxon," he began, hesitatingly. "I know that. She is the daughter of that absurd Mrs. Octagon, with the meek husband and the fine opinion of herself." "Yes. But Juliet is the niece of Miss Loach." "What!" Jennings sprang from his chair with a look of surprise; "do you mean to tell me that Mrs. Octagon is Miss Loach's sister." "I do.
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