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We'd really ought to have a patent for that idea." Cotherstone went nearer the cart which they were examining. He was a good deal of a contrast to his partner a slightly built, wiry man, nervous and quick of movement; although he was Mallalieu's junior he looked older, and the thin hair at his temples was already whitening.
And if you want the whole truth, they think you're a deal cleverer than Mallalieu, and that Kitely probably met his end at your hands, with your partner's connivance. And there are those who say that if Mallalieu's caught as he will be he'll split on you. That's all, sir." "And what do you think?" demanded Cotherstone. The superintendent shifted uneasily in his chair.
"One would give a good deal," he said to himself, as he went to bed that night, "if one could get a moment's look into Cotherstone's mind or into Mallalieu's either! For I'll swear that these two know something possibly congratulating themselves that it will never be known to anybody else!"
Brereton, since his first meeting with Mallalieu, had often said to himself that the Mayor of Highmarket had the slyest eyes of any man he had even seen but he was forced to admit now that, however sly Mallalieu's eyes were, they could, on occasion, be extraordinarily steady. The truth was that Mallalieu was playing a part.
And then, just as suddenly as he had heard the voices, he felt a hand, firm, steady, sinewy, fasten on his wrist and stay there. The tightening of that sinewy grip on Mallalieu's wrist so startled him that it was only by a great effort that he restrained himself from crying out and from breaking into one of his fits of trembling.
Tallington suddenly began to drum his fingers on the blotting-pad which lay in front of him. From this point he watched Cotherstone with an appearance of speculative interest which was not lost on Brereton. "Ah!" he remarked quietly. "You were Mallalieu's or Mallows' catspaw? That is he was the really guilty party in the Wilchester affair, of Which that's an account?"
Business?" Cotherstone put his lips almost close to Mallalieu's ear. "That man Kitely my new tenant," he whispered. "He's met us you and me before!" Mallalieu's rosy cheeks paled, and he turned sharply on his companion. "Met us!" he exclaimed. "Him! Where? when?" Cotherstone got his lips still closer. "Wilchester!" he answered. "Thirty years ago. He knows!"
"You'll be going now, I suppose. Put those in the post. I'm not going just yet, so I'll lock up the office. Leave the outer door open Mr. Mallalieu's coming back." He pulled down the blinds of the private room when Stoner had gone, and that done he fell to walking up and down, awaiting his partner. And presently Mallalieu came, smoking a cigar, and evidently in as good humour as usual.
You didn't want it to get out that the Mayor and Borough Treasurer of Highmarket, so respected, so much thought of, are a couple of old gaol-birds!" Mallalieu's hot temper, held very well in check until then, flamed up as Stoner spat out the last contemptuous epithet.
"Come close behind me the house is close by." "No!" protested Mallalieu angrily. "None of your houses! Here, I want to be on the moors. What do you want to keep your tongue still?" Miss Pett paused and edged her thin figure close to Mallalieu's bulky one. "It'll not be a question of my tongue if you once go out o' this wood," she said. "They'll search those moors first thing.
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