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Updated: June 25, 2025
The two partners had come out of their office and gone down the yard to inspect half a dozen new carts, just finished, and now drawn up in all the glory of fresh paint. Mallalieu had designed those carts himself, and he was now pointing out their advantages to Cotherstone, who was more concerned with the book-keeping and letter-writing side of the business than with its actual work.
He would have delighted in killing them certainly, hating them as he did, but he had an idea that when he fired he only meant to frighten them. But that was neither here nor there now. They were dead, but he was alive and he must get out of that, and at once. The moors the hills anywhere.... A sudden heavy knocking at the door at the back of the cottage set Mallalieu shaking.
I don't believe there'll be any need. And it doesn't matter the value of that pen that's shaking so in your hand to me if an innocent man suffers if he's innocent o' that, he's guilty o' something else. You're safe with me." Cotherstone flung the pen on the floor and stamped on it. And Mallalieu laughed cynically and walked slowly across to the door. "You're a fool, Cotherstone," he said.
The filching of the piece of cord from the wall of Harborough's shed was a clever thing infernally clever, thought Mallalieu, who had a designing man's whole-hearted admiration for any sort of cleverness in his own particular line. It would be an easy thing to do and what a splendidly important thing!
Mallalieu followed without a word. But once outside the Town Hall he turned to his companion. "Have you made aught out of it?" he asked. "He's been away, so his landlady says, since Saturday afternoon: I sent round to inquire for him when he didn't turn up this morning. What do you know, like?" "It looks as if it had been an accident," answered the superintendent.
It never entered his head that the prisoner would try to escape, never crossed his mind that Mallalieu had any chance of escaping. He went away along the corridor to find one of his men who could be dispatched to the Highmarket Arms. But the instant Mallalieu was left alone he started into action.
Being a particularly astute man of business, Mallalieu had taken good care that all his eggs were not in one basket. He had many baskets his Highmarket basket was by no means the principal one. Indeed all that Mallalieu possessed in Highmarket was his share of the business and his private house.
Succeeding in his attempts at last, he beckoned that official into a quiet corner of the room, and turning his back on the group near the fireplace, pulled something out of his pocket. The two men bent over it, and the constable began to talk in whispers. Mallalieu meanwhile was eyeing Harborough in his stealthy, steady fashion. He looked as if he was reckoning him up.
Who, then, struck the blow which killed Stoner, or, if it did not actually kill him, caused his death by bringing about the fall which broke his neck? Was it Mallalieu? or was it Cotherstone? That one or other, or both, were guilty of Kitely's murder, and possibly of Stoner's, Brereton was by that time absolutely certain.
That's the second time he's been here since he came to the town. He called here a day or two after he first took that house from Mr. Cotherstone to cash a draft for his quarter's pension. He told me then who he was. Do you know?" "Not in the least," replied Mallalieu, telling the lie all the more readily because he had been fully prepared for the question to which it was an answer.
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