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Miss Pett served him as nice a little supper as his own housekeeper would have given him; later on she favoured him with her company. They talked of anything but the events of the day, and Mallalieu began to think that the queer-looking woman was a remarkably shrewd and intelligent person. There was but one drawback to his captivity Miss Pett would not let him smoke.
Those questions were speedily answered for Mallalieu. He kept his immovable attitude, his immobile expression, while Myler told the story of Stoner's visit to Darlington, and of the revelation which had resulted.
Is there any way to either of 'em except across the moors? Come on, now be sensible." "Go on, then!" growled Mallalieu. Wholly suspicious by nature, he was wondering why this she-dragon, as he had so often called her, should be at all desirous of sheltering him.
It was a savage blow, too, dealt with tremendous force. It may may, I say have killed this poor fellow on the spot he may have been dead before ever he fell down that quarry." It was only by an enormous effort of will that Mallalieu prevented himself from yielding to one of his shaking fits. "But but mightn't he ha' got that with striking his head against them rocks as he fell?" he suggested.
At the foot of this hill, certain plots of building land had been sold, and Mallalieu had bought one and Cotherstone another, and on these they had erected two solid stone houses, fitted up with all the latest improvements known to the building trade.
"Well, I'm doing all I can. We've got our own men out, and there's three officers coming over from Norcaster by motor they're on the way now." "Send for me if aught turns up," said Mallalieu. He walked slowly home, his brain still busy with possibilities and eventualities. And within five minutes of his waking at his usual hour of six it was again busy and curious.
During that week Mallalieu was to learn by sad experience that it is a very poor thing to acquire information at second hand.
There he bustled into a room kept sacred to himself and Mallalieu, with a cheery greeting to his visitor an elderly man who had recently rented from him a small house on the outskirts of the town. "Afternoon, Mr. Kitely," he said. "Glad to see you, sir always glad to see anybody with a bit of money, eh? Take a chair, sir I hope you're satisfied with the little place, Mr. Kitely?"
Then at twelve o'clock, Mallalieu had to go over to the Town Hall to preside at a meeting of the General Purposes Committee. That was just over, and he was thinking of going home to his lunch when the superintendent of police came into the committee-room and drew him aside. "I've bad news for you, Mr. Mayor," he announced in a whisper. "Your clerk he hasn't been at work this morning, I suppose?"
He was giving some orders to a carter, and he finished what he was doing before coming up to Mallalieu. In the half light of the morning he looked pretty much as usual but Mallalieu noticed a certain worn look under his eyes and suppressed nervousness in his voice. He himself remained silent and observant, and he let Cotherstone speak first.
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