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"Go back!" he said, stopping and steadying himself. "No!" said I. "If you come a yard further, Moneylaws, I'll shoot you dead!" he declared. "I mean it! Go back!" "I'm not coming a foot nearer," I retorted, keeping where I was. "But I'm not going back. And whenever you move forward, I'm following. I'm not losing sight of you again, Mr. Meekin!"
"Not even who?" he inquired quickly. "Not even my own sweetheart," I said. "And it's the first secret ever I kept from her." He smiled at that, and gave me a quick look as if he were trying to get a fuller idea of me. "Well," he said, "and you did right. Not that I should care two pins, Mr. Moneylaws, if you'd told all this out at the inquest.
Moneylaws says the doctor had been twice with him, and'll be able to give a certificate, so there'll be no inquest about him; but what's to be done about his friends and relations? It's likely there'll be somebody, somewhere. And all that money on him and in his chest?" Mr. Lindsey shook his head and smiled.
Ralston shared the personalty which, by-the-by, was considerable: they both got nearly a hundred thousand each, in cash. And there you are!" "That all?" asked Mr. Lindsey. Mr. Portlethorpe hesitated a moment then he glanced at me. "Moneylaws is safe at a secret," said Mr. Lindsey. "If it is a secret." "Well, then," answered Mr. Portlethorpe, "it's not quite all.
"Yon man not only has money of his own, in what you might call considerable quantity, but his wife he brought with him is a woman of vast wealth, they tell me. It would be no very wise action on your part to set rumours going, Moneylaws, unless you could substantiate them." "What about yourself?" I asked. "You know as much as I do." "Aye, and there's one word that sums all up," said he.
"I'm glad to see you're safe, anyway, Mr. Moneylaws and your mother and your young lady'll be glad too." "They will that, Mr. Smeaton," I said. "I'm much obliged to you." "You think that man really meant you to drown?" he asked. "What would you think yourself, Mr. Smeaton?" I replied. "Besides didn't I see his face as he got himself and his yacht away from me? Yon man is a murderer!"
But we know he was staying at one of the common lodging-houses Watson's three nights ago, and that the last two nights he wasn't in there at all." "Well where's that purse?" demanded Mr. Lindsey. "Mr. Moneylaws here says he can identify it, if it's Crone's."
What's wanted in an affair like this is one of those geniuses you read about in the storybooks the men that can trace a murder from the way a man turns out his toes, or by the fashion he's bitten into a bit of bread that he's left on his plate, or the like of that something more than by ordinary, you'll understand me to mean, Mr. Moneylaws?"
Moneylaws had settled that matter between them, and that, as she'd no anxieties, she was sure Berwick folk needn't have any. And so I came away." "And we heard no more until we got your wire yesterday from Dundee, Mr. Lindsey," said Murray; "and that was followed not so very long after by one from the police at Largo, which I reported to you." "Now, here's an important question," put in Mr.
Whatever quality my brains may have, I'd rather they were used than misused in the way you're suggesting! If it's just this that you want me to hold my tongue " "I'll make a bargain with you," he broke in on me. "You'd be fine and glad to see your sweetheart, Moneylaws, and assure yourself that she's come to no harm, and is safe and well?" "Aye! I would that!" I exclaimed. "Give me the chance, Mr.
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