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It is addressed to me, you will find." It was. It was signed "Enid Henson"; it went on to say that the sender was fearfully sorry for all the trouble she had caused, but that she had found Miss Lee's star with her jewels. Also she had telegraphed at once to the police at Moreton Wells to go no farther. "Looks like a mistake," the officer muttered. "But if we get that telegram "
And Ernest turned out one of the vain murderers who be quite content to go down to history on the debit side so long as he's famous, if only for sin. He explained that Joe Gregory had always intended to come home from Exeter by way of Moreton, and that he had done so, and that Ernest had met him there and reckoned that particular wild, black night very well suited for putting the old man away.
He declined to worry over the matter until Henson's return. It was not for him to know, yet, that Chris had actually gone over to Moreton Wells, and, during the absence of Merritt's landlady, calmly walked into the house and taken the picture away. "You are going to see some fun presently," she said, coolly, to the astonished Littimer, as she laid the missing picture before him.
An hour later, his face flushed with passion, he was in a little office with Sheriff Moreton, demanding Lawler's arrest on a charge of murder. Moreton, a slender man of medium height with a lean, strong face and keen, penetrating eyes, had listened patiently to Warden's story. "Lawler told you he killed 'em, eh?
It is further necessary to refer to another of the journeys of exploration which preceded my own that of the unfortunate Leichardt. He endeavoured to cross the continent from east to west, starting from Moreton Bay, Queensland, hoping to reach the Western Australian settlements.
He wouldn't read a fairy story. He'd think he was wasting time." "Get some one to help him out." "Who'd I get?" "Look about. I've got to go home and pack a bag. Ask Miss Cox what time that Newport boat leaves." "Newport! Great heavens, Ben! What is this? A little week-end?" "A little weak brother, Leo." "David in trouble again?" Moreton nodded.
"I rather fancy there has been some stir with the police over some business up at Huddersfield some years ago." "A so-called home both there and at Brighton?" "That's it. It was the idea that Henson conveyed to me when I saw him at Moreton Wells.
Lady Engleton, in astonishment, stretched out a sisterly hand, but Hadria had vanished through the open hall door into the darkness without. Mrs. Temperley was much discussed at Craddock Place. Professor Theobald preserved the same grave mood whenever she was present. He only returned to his usual manner, in her absence. "Theobald has on his Mrs. Temperley manner," Claude Moreton used to say.
I spotted Scotter in Moreton Wells within a day or two. And Mr. Scotter had come for me. And I got past Bronson in Brighton by the skin of my teeth. I turned into your lodgings under his very eyes almost. Before this time to-morrow I shall be arrested. But I'm going to have my vengeance first." The last words came with intense deliberation. There was no mistaking their significance.
I can recommend my sherry. We dine at eight o'clock. Edgar, you know your way. The blue room, of course. I am coming up with you myself. Her ladyship back yet, Moreton?" "Not yet, my lord." "Lady Ashleigh," her husband explained, "has gone to the other side of the county to open a bazaar. She is looking forward to the pleasure of welcoming you at dinner-time."
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