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"Now, my friends," he said, plunging straight into his subject, "if we don't wish to see Barthorpe hanged, we've just got to stir ourselves! I've come here to begin the stirring." Peggie looked up with a sudden heightening of colour. Mr. Tertius slowly shook his head. "Pitiable!" he murmured. "Pitiable, most pitiable! But the evidence, my dear Cox-Raythwaite, the evidence! I only wish "
I heard a man in the street voice the same opinion just now. Of course! It's the only opinion. Yet in the newspaper they're asking which it was. But I suppose the newspapers must be sensational." "You don't mean to say it's in the newspapers already?" exclaimed Peggie. Mr. Tertius handed to her the Argus special, which he had carried crumpled up in his hand.
The hall-boy, shorn of uniform and dignity, was outside, polishing brasses, when Margaret MacLean reached the hospital door. She stopped for an interchange of grins and greetings. "Mornin', Miss Peggie." "Morning, Patsy." He was "Patrick" to the rest of Saint Margaret's; no one else seemed to realize that he was only about one-fifth uniform and the other fifths were boy small boy at that.
"Everybody's reading it out there in the streets," he said. "It's extraordinary, now, how these affairs seem to fascinate people. Yes it's all there. That is, of course, as far as it's gone." "How did the paper people come to know all this?" asked Peggie, glancing rapidly over Triffitt's leaded lines. "I suppose they got it from the police," replied Mr. Tertius.
Barthorpe Herapath I have already given strict instructions that we are not to be disturbed, on any account. My dear perhaps you will sit here by me? Mr. Tertius, you sit next to Miss Wynne Professor " Mr. Halfpenny's dispositions of his guests placed Peggie and her two companions on one side of a round table; Barthorpe and Burchill at the other Mr. Halfpenny himself sat at the head.
Don't ye mind the time the trusters had planned to give us all paint-boxes for Christmas, an' half of us not able to hold a brush, let alone paint things, an' Miss Peggie blarneyed them round into givin' us books? Don't ye mind? Now we've got somethin' pleasant here, right now " And Bridget smiled. "What?" "May Eve." "What's that?"
Come now! I am not going to kidnap you, and you can't come to much harm by driving round about Portman Square for a few minutes, in the company of an old woman! Dickerson," she went on, as Selwood motioned Peggie to enter the car, "drive us very slowly round about here until I tell you to stop go round the square anywhere."
Until then he had thought that Peggie had heard the brief exchange of words between Barthorpe and Mr. Tertius at the door. "Didn't you hear what was said at the door when we were all coming in?" he asked suddenly, looking attentively at her. "I heard my cousin and Mr. Tertius talking, but I couldn't catch what was said," she replied. "If you did, tell me I want to know." "Mr.
"We believe him innocent," replied Peggie. "Quite so he is innocent of murder, anyway," said Mrs. Engledew. "Now I speak in absolute confidence, remember! there are two men who know who the real murderer is. They are in touch with me that is, one of them is, on behalf of both. I am really here as their emissary.
Instead of retreating to his own solitude he remained with Peggie, and tried to cheer her up by discussing various plans and matters of the future. And he was taking a quiet cup of tea with her at five o'clock when Kitteridge came in with a telegram for him. He opened it with trembling fingers and read: "Barthorpe entered caveat in Probate Registry at half-past three this afternoon. Halfpenny."
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