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Frankie had lately resumed his athletic exercises with the flat iron: his strength was returning since Owen had been working regularly, because he had been having his porridge and milk again and also some Parrish's Food which a chemist at Windley was selling large bottles of for a shilling.
The result was that he hastily revised an intention half-formed in his mind of taking Jeekes a little way into his confidence regarding Robin Greve's doubts and suspicions about Hartley Parrish's death. But he answered the secretary's question readily enough. "Because Miss Trevert told me you went to the library immediately you arrived at Harkings last night.
Humphries is puzzled by several points about this case and has asked for assistance from London. He is right. Neither the circumstances of Parrish's death nor the motive of his act are clear. Bude's evidence is sufficient proof that somebody did gain access to the library this afternoon. In that case...." "Yes...." "In that case," said Greve slowly, "it may not be suicide...."
So I think I'll run off now ..." He broke off, gave Robin a large hand, and, looking neither to right nor to left, made a hurried exit from the room, taking Inspector Humphries with him. "Now that we are just among ourselves" the solicitor was speaking "I think I may seize the opportunity of saying a word about Mr. Parrish's will.
Robin is incapable of having threatened blackmailed Hartley, as the police seem to imagine. I am greatly upset by it all; I can't see things clear at all; but I'm determined not to give the police a weapon like this to use against Robin until I know whether it is sharp or blunt, until I have found out what bearing, if any, this letter had on Hartley Parrish's death ..."
"Miss Trevert," he said presently, "I know of no such secret. But then what do I what does any one know of Mr. Parrish's former life?" "We might make enquiries in South Africa?" ventured the girl. "I doubt if we should learn anything much through that," said the secretary. "Of course, Mr. Parrish had great responsibilities and responsibility means worry...." A silence fell on them both.
But before we reach that point we have to explain how it happened that only one shot was heard and how a bullet which apparently came from Parrish's pistol was found in his body ..." "If Mr. Parrish was murdered, the murderer might have turned the gun round in Parrish's hand and forced him to shoot himself ..." "Hardly," said Robin. "Remember, Mary Trevert was at the door when the shot was fired.
Mary Trevert had risen to her feet calm and impassive. But when he had gone, her bosom began to heave and a spasm of pain shot across her face. Again the tears welled up in her eyes, brimmed over and stole down her cheeks. "If I only knew!" she sobbed, "if I only knew!" The swift tragedy of the winter afternoon had convulsed the well-organized repose of Hartley Parrish's household.
He closed the door, then crossed to the fireplace. "After I had seen you and Miss Trevert last night, my lady," he began, "I had a talk with Mr. Jeekes, Mr. Parrish's principal secretary, who came down by car from London as soon as he heard the news. My lady, I think this is a fairly simple case!" He paused and scanned the carpet. "Mr.
Perched atop this mound, and looking for all the world like one of Maxfield Parrish's painted castles, is the Castello, once the residence of the Venetian and Austrian governors, and, rising above it, a white and slender tower.
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