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Well, now that we've found that there is some ground for believing that Parrawhite was in some fashion mixed up with Pratt about that time, why not place the whole thing in Mr. Byner's hands let him in any case see what he can do about the Parrawhite-Pratt business of November twenty-third, eh?" "I take it," answered Collingwood, looking at the inquiry agent, "that Mr.
Aren't you?" he asked, turning to Byner. But Byner smiled quietly and shook his head. "No!" he answered. "I am not, Mr. Eldrick." "You're not?" exclaimed Eldrick, surprised and wondering that anybody could fail to agree with him. "Why not, then?" "Because," replied Byner. "I am certain that Pratt murdered Parrawhite on the night of November twenty-third last. That's why. He didn't square him.
And it wor at t' top o' t' lane 'at Bill Thomson see'd Pratt and Parrawhite cross into what Bill called t' owd quarry ground." "Can we go into that?" asked Byner. "Nowt easier!" said Pickard. "It's a sort of open space where t' childer goes and plays about: they hev'n't worked no stone theer for many a long year all t' stone's exhausted, like."
Already he had some suspicion that Pratt had not told Eldrick the truth about Parrawhite, and that nothing would suit him so well as that Parrawhite should never be heard of or mentioned again: now he wished Pratt to learn that Parrawhite was much wanted, and was likely to be much mentioned wherefore the supplementary advertisements with Halstead & Byner's name attached.
Now all owing to that cursed and unfortunate contretemps with Parrawhite, that seemed utterly impossible all he could do now was to save himself and to take as much as he could get. More than once that morning, as he made his way across country, he had remembered Parrawhite's advice to take cash and be done with it perhaps, he reflected, it might have been better.
And a stray sovereign or half-sovereign is useful to a man who only gets two quid a week. Understand?" "So you're a thief?" said Pratt bitterly. "I'm precisely what you are a thief!" retorted Parrawhite. "You stole John Mallathorpe's will last night. I heard everything, I tell you! and saw everything. I heard the whole business what the old man said what you, later, said to Eldrick.
The solicitor understood that look: it meant that what his caller had to say was of a private nature. "It's all right, Mr. Pickard," he remarked reassuringly. "This gentleman is here on just the same business whatever you say will be treated as confidential it'll go no further. You've something to tell about my late clerk, James Parrawhite."
"It all seems very clear to me, and," he added, with a glance at Collingwood, "I think Mr. Collingwood is inclined to agree with most of what I've said." "Pretty nearly all if not all," assented Collingwood. "I think you've put into clear language precisely what I feel. I don't believe there's a shadow of doubt that Pratt killed Parrawhite! And we can and must get at him in that way.
"Why! that they're going to sift this affair whatever it is right down to the bottom!" exclaimed Murgatroyd. "They're either going to find Parrawhite or get to know what became of him. That's my impression. And what am I going to do, now! This'll lose me what bit of business I've done with yon shipping firm." "Nothing of the sort!" answered Pratt scornfully. "Don't be a fool! You're all right.
As he went back to the centre of the town, he occupied himself in considering his attitude to Mrs. Mallathorpe when she called on him that evening. In spite of his own previous notion, and of his carefully-worked-out scheme about the stewardship, he had been impressed by what Parrawhite has said as to the wisdom of selling the will for cash.
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