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They were excellent partners in business matters; Mallalieu knew Cotherstone, and Cotherstone knew Mallalieu in all things relating to the making of money. But in taste, temperament, character, understanding, they were as far apart as the poles. This aloofness when tested further by the recent discomposing events manifested itself in a disinclination to confidence.
You're safe enough until then so long as you do what we tell you. Although all the country is being watched and searched, there's not the ghost of a notion that you're in Highmarket. So remain as content as you can, Mr. Mallalieu, and as soon as we learn what takes place next Tuesday, we'll see about that plan of ours." "Let's be knowing what it is," grumbled Mallalieu.
I've heard of cases where a man's paid blackmail for years and years, and been no better for it in the end." "Well he's coming here tomorrow afternoon some time," said Cotherstone. "We'd better see him together. After all, a hundred a year a couple of hundred a year 'ud be better than exposure." Mallalieu drank off his whisky and pushed the glass aside. "I'll consider it," he remarked.
That night when Miss Pett brought the hot toddy, mixed according to the recipe of the late Kitely, Mallalieu took it at his door, saying he was arrayed for sleep, and would drink it when in bed. After which he carefully poured it into a flower-pot that graced his room, and when he presently lay down it was with eyes and ears open and his revolver ready to his right hand.
"Because I'll take good care that you are," answered Miss Pett. "There's nobody can get into this house without my permission, and before I let anybody in, no matter with what warrants or such-like they carried, I'd see that you were out of it before they crossed the threshold. I'm no fool, I can tell you, Mr. Mallalieu, and if you trust me "
He made one of the policemen take him up to the broken railings at the brink of the quarry; together they made a careful examination of the ground. "No signs of any footprints hereabouts, the superintendent says," remarked Mallalieu as they looked around. "You haven't seen aught of that sort!" "No, your Worship we looked for that when we first came up," answered the policeman.
There were books enough on the shelves of his prison-parlour, but the late Kitely's taste had been of a purely professional nature, and just then Mallalieu had no liking for murder cases, criminal trials, and that sort of gruesomeness.
"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.
Mallalieu was Cotherstone's partner. Mallalieu went to Northrop's house to play cards at ten o'clock. It might be well to find out, quietly, what Mallalieu was doing with himself up to ten o'clock. But the main thing was what was Cotherstone doing during that hour of absence? And had Cotherstone any reason of his own, or shared with his partner for wishing to get rid of Kitely?
Of course, he's a queer lot we know he's a poacher and all that, but he's so skilful about it that we've never been able to catch him. I can't think he's the guilty party and yet " "You can't get away from the facts," said Mallalieu. "He'll have to be sought for. If he's made himself scarce if he doesn't come home " "Ah, that 'ud certainly be against him!" agreed the superintendent.
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