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"On your oath, did you see that handkerchief in Mr. Krevin Crood's possession that night he was at Mr. Mallett's?" he asked. "I've already told him I never did," retorted Louisa Speck, pointing at Meeking. "I didn't see him with it. But I'm very certain he got it!"
Mallett's guests remain with him?" "Well, Alderman Crood and Mr. Krevin Crood left at about a quarter to eleven. They went away together. Mr. Coppinger stopped till about half-past eleven." Meeking paused at this point, put his hand underneath the papers which lay in front of him and produced a cardboard box.
Lawrence's church tower and west end faces the back of the Moot Hall; there is a part of the churchyard opposite the bank premises the rear premises; the rest of the churchyard faces Dr. Wellesley's house the back of it, of course." "Is the lane much frequented?" "No, sir; it is very little used. Except by tradesmen going to Mr. Mallett's or to Dr.
"Did you take Mr. Krevin upstairs?" "Yes. I took him up to Mr. Mallett's dressing-room. I showed him the hot water arrangement, got him clean towels, and asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted a clean shirt, a collar, and a handkerchief." "A handkerchief?" "Yes, a handkerchief." "Did you get him these things?" "I showed him where to get them. I opened the drawers in which Mr.
The fragment went the round of the bench of magistrates, and Tansley whispered to Brent that if Meeking could prove that Krevin Crood had taken that handkerchief out of Mallett's drawer, and had thrown it away on the following evening in the Mayor's Parlour, Krevin's neck was in danger. "But there's a link missing yet," he murmured. "How did Krevin get at Wallingford? They've got to prove that!
"I say," he said, coming up to Brent in the street, "here's a queer business I don't know if you've heard of it. Mrs. Mallett's run away from her husband! Fact! She's cleared clean out, and let it be known too. Odd mysteries seem to be increasing, Brent. What do you make of it?" Brent could make nothing of it. There might be many reasons why Mrs. Mallett should leave her husband.
She declined to remove her handkerchief from her right hand, and she returned the "ring and bosom-pin" to her disconsolate admirer, while, not many months after, Mallett's rival led Lucretia to the altar.
Lest the effect upon the court might still be incomplete, the wily Nailhim, in the height of Mallett's trouble, threw, furtively and knowingly, a glance towards the jury, and smiled upon them so familiarly, that any lingering doubt must instantly have given way. They agreed unanimously with Nailhim. A greater scoundrel never lived than this John Mallett.
"He was smart enough smarter than the others, I should say." "Had he taken one of Mr. Mallett's shirts?" "Yes, one of his very best white ones." "Very good. Now then, talking about shirts, who looks after the laundry affairs at the Bank House?" "I do." "You send the linen to the laundry?" "Yes." "And receive it and put it away when it comes back?" "Yes." "Always?" "Always!"
'Topaz and diamonds; but so small that you can wear them. 'Topaz and diamonds! Oh! And Henrietta, clasping it round her neck and surveying herself by the candles Rose had lighted, said earnestly, 'Oh, I do hope he paid for it! This was the first thought of Reginald Mallett's daughter.
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