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It was a blind lane and terminated in a hedge, which bordered a field of corn. To the left was a narrow path running between hedges past the cottages and into the country. Miss Loach's house was a mixture of old and new.
"What kind of noises?" "Oh, moans and clanking chains and all that sort of thing. I heard indirectly about this, through Juliet." "Where did she hear the report?" "From Miss Loach's cook. A woman called Pill. The cook asserted that the house was haunted, and described the noises and the lights.
Miss Saxon wished to sell the place, but Thomas Barnes spoke to her and said he had saved money while in Miss Loach's service for twenty years " "Ah," said Jennings thoughtfully, "he was that time in Miss Loach's service, was he?" "Yes, sir. And got good wages.
"I need amusement," said Clancy, again assuming his silly smile, "since the death of my dear friend. By the way, have you found out who killed her, Mr. Jennings?" "No. I fear the assassin will never be discovered." Here the two men exchanged a glance. "I am engaged on other cases. There was only one point I wished to learn in connection with Miss Loach's death." "What is that?" asked Hale calmly.
They should have been completely happy now that all misunderstandings were cleared up, but each wore a gloomy expression. Apparently the shadow of Miss Loach's death still clouded the sunshine of their lives. Jennings was at breakfast in his rooms, considering what he should do next in connection with the case. As yet he had not heard from Cuthbert with regard to the interview with Juliet.
Her emotions during the recital betrayed themselves markedly. "I saw the detective," said Basil, with quicker speech than usual. "He is a first-rate chap called Jennings, and when he heard I was Miss Loach's nephew he didn't mind speaking freely." "What did you learn?" asked Mr. Octagon. "Enough to make the mystery surrounding the death deeper than ever."
I suspect no one at present. But I am bound to make inquiries in every direction, and of course, if Mr. Saxon is of a passionate temper, he might wish to avenge himself for being forbidden the house." "He has a temper," said Mrs. Herne, thoughtfully, "but I never saw it exhibited, though I met him once at Miss Loach's.
If his mother knew that he was in danger of being arrested she would consent to your marriage, and then I might marry Maraquito. I have come here to tell you this." "But if Miss Saxon has the bill, and there is a difficulty of proving the signature, owing to Miss Loach's death, I don't see " "Ah, not in this case. But Basil Saxon forged my name also. I hold a forged check.
"Ah, but the other's a real masher," chimed in Geraldine, looking up from her millinery; "such black eyes, that go through you like a gimlet, and such a lovely moustache. He dresses elegant too." "Being Miss Loach's lawyer, he have a right to dress well," said Mrs. Pill, rubbing her nose with the stocking, "and Mr. Clancy, I thinks, is someone Mr. Jarvey Hale's helpin', he being good and kind."
"Was Mrs. Herne in Miss Loach's bedroom on that night?" "I forget," said Clancy before Hale could speak. "That's a pity," resumed Jennings. "You see from the fact of the bell having been sounded, it struck me that the assassin may have been concealed in the bedroom. Now if Mrs. Herne was in that room, she might have noticed something." "I don't think she did," said Hale hastily. "Mrs.
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