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"We have any amount of room in this house, and we shall be only too glad " "Oh, but that is too " began both ladies. "I insist," said Viner, with a smile. "We both insist!" echoed Miss Penkridge. "We are both given to having our own way, too; so say no more about it. We are all in the same boat just now, and its name is Mystery, and we must pull together until we're in harbour."
If no one has any objection, I should like her to be present at our deliberations as a mysterious woman has entered into the case, Miss Penkridge may be able to suggest something." "Excellent idea!" exclaimed Mr. Carless. "A shrewd woman is worth her weight in gold! By all means bring Miss Penkridge in she may, as you say, make some suggestion."
Especially the girl; she seemed so collected about everything. And yet, according to her own story, she's only just out of the schoolroom. You'll go round there with me?" "If we can be of any service to them? certainly," assented Miss Penkridge. "The girl said they'd no men folk," remarked Viner. "In that case I shall certainly go," said Miss Penkridge.
Viner, who had often observed the girl whom they had just seen with an interest for which he had never troubled to account, found himself wishing that Miss Penkridge was there in his place.
Isn't it a queer thing?" he went on, laughing again. "I don't mind remembering the the dead man, but I hate the recollection of that chap hurrying away! I wonder what it feels like when you've just murdered another fellow, to slink off like " "You've no business to be wondering any such thing!" said Miss Penkridge sharply. "Here get yourself another brandy and soda, and let us talk business.
Why not go to the expense when there's so much at stake? Depend upon it, the real secret of this murder lies back in the past perhaps the far past." "That too shall be done," agreed Mr. Pawle. "I shouldn't be surprised if you're right." "In my opinion," remarked Miss Penkridge, dryly, "the robbing of this dead man was all a blind. Robbery wasn't the motive. Murder was the thing in view! And why?
Oh! that's easy to decide; he'd have made two or three quotations; he'd have immediately called the attention of the form to the fact that Penkridge had been: "`Flung by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements; from morn Till noon he fell, from noon till dewy eve; A winter's day, and as the tea-bell rang, Shot from the ceiling like a falling star On the great schoolroom floor."
"How did he come by such a straight tale, then?" asked Viner doubtfully. "Carefully prepared in case of need," declared Miss Penkridge as she tied her bonnet-strings with a decisive tug. "The whole thing's a plant!" "That's what Felpham says," remarked Viner. "But where are you going?" he broke off as Miss Penkridge, seizing an umbrella, started for the door. "Lunch is just going in."
"A very comfortable suggestion, that, ma'am," observed Mr. Carless, bowing to his hostess over a glass of old sherry. "Your intuition does you credit! But now, gentlemen, and Miss Penkridge, straight to business! Mr. Cave, the first question I want to put to you is this: on what date did you receive the letter which you exhibited in court this morning?" Mr.
On that particular November evening, Viner, a young gentleman of means and leisure, who lived in a comfortable old house in Markendale Square, Bayswater, in company with his maiden aunt Miss Bethia Penkridge, had spent his after-dinner hours in a fashion which had become a habit.
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