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Updated: May 7, 2025
Judge Garvey closed the somewhat stormy conference of Saturday evening with a promise to break down Miss Northrop's school in a week, and Strong's paper in a month. "Do you flatter yourself I should not have had your contemptible sheet in powder under my feet, sir, before this, if I had thought it worth the attention?"
"Yes; he had locked the door so that none of the students or visitors could disturb him." "Evidently the woman was diverting your attention while the man entered Northrop's room by the window," ruminated Craig, as we stood for a moment in the outside doorway. He had already telephoned to our old friend Doctor Leslie, the coroner, to take charge of the case, and now was ready to leave.
It was certainly an unprecedented thing that Judge Garvey's best exertions should come to naught, because of a woman's way of smiling and speaking; but Miss Northrop's tenure of the school was secure. It was not entirely speech and smile, however.
She's governess to Northrop's two younger children I expect she's heard about her father, and has been to get Northrop to come down with her he's a magistrate." Avice listened with ill-concealed impatience while Bent delivered his message. He twice repeated Harborough's injunction that she was not to be afraid, and her impatience increased. "I'm not afraid," she answered.
Brereton ran into Northrop's house and carried Avice off with scant ceremony. "This, of course, has something to do with your father's case," he said, as he led her down to the car. "It may be but no, we won't anticipate! Only I'm certain things are going to right themselves. Now then!" he called to the driver as they joined the clerk. "Get along to Norcaster as fast as you can."
Brereton read this extraordinary communication through three times; then he replaced letter and bank-notes in the envelope, put the envelope in an inner pocket, left the house, and walking across to the Northrop villa, asked to see Avice Harborough. Avice came to him in Mrs. Northrop's drawing-room, and Brereton glancing keenly at her as she entered saw that she was looking worn and pale.
Tell him what I propose to do, and make an appointment with him for me. Now run along, both of you I want to speak to this gentleman a minute." He took Northrop's arm, turned him in the direction of the Shawl, walked him a few paces, and then asked him a direct question. "Now, what do you know of this man Harborough?" "He's a queer chap a mystery man, sir," answered Northrop.
He was in good spirits, too; to come to action and to speech, after so long repression, was an inestimable relief. And she had been doubly friendly to him all this time. Mrs. Stutt was in her little strip of grass and oleanders. "That you, Mr. Strong?" she called out cheerily as he lifted the gate-latch. "Well, Miss Northrop's in the sitting-room, I s'pose.
Kennedy was squeezing out from the little wound on Northrop's neck a few drops of liquid on a sterilized piece of glass. "No; no one," Bernardo answered, after a moment. "Did you see anyone in the museum who looked suspicious?" asked Kennedy, watching Bernardo's face keenly. "No," he hesitated. "There were several people wandering about among the exhibits, of course.
Doctor Reichert has published a study of twelve hundred such starches from all sorts of plants. In this case, it not only proves to be aconitin but the starch granules themselves can be recognized. They came from this piece of arrow poison." Every eye was fixed on him now. "Besides," he rapped out, "in the soft soil beneath the window of Professor Northrop's room, I found footprints.
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