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"What has happened! Has any one been here?" Miss Penkridge silently handed to her nephew an early edition of one of the evening newspapers and pointed to a paragraph in large type. And Viner rapidly read it over, to the accompaniment of the younger Miss Hyde's sobs. A sensational discovery in connection with the recent murder of Mr.
"My lunch can wait I've had a biscuit and a glass of sherry," asserted Miss Penkridge. "I'm going round to Bigglesforth the stationer's, to follow up that clue I suggested just now. I dare say I can do a bit of detective work as well as another, and in my opinion, Richard, there's no time to be lost.
Now, according to what she tells me, Miss Penkridge immediately spotted something about that letter which none of you gentlemen were clever enough to see " "I know!" interrupted Viner. "She saw that the envelope and paper had been supplied by Bigglesforth, of Craven Gardens, and that a certain letter in the typewriter which had been used was defective."
Carless, "Miss Wickham might be asked to remain here under the wing of the excellent Miss Penkridge?" Viner laughingly remarked that he had no doubt whatever that Miss Penkridge would willingly assume this position of trust, and leading his callers into the hall, left them for a moment while he returned to the drawing-room. He was smiling when he returned.
"They'll catch him, and I shall have to give evidence against him, and my evidence'll hang him, and " "There's a lot to do, and a lot'll happen before that comes off, Richard," interrupted Miss Penkridge. "The man may be innocent." "He'd have a nice job to prove it!" said Viner with a forced laugh. "No, if the police get him besides, he was running straight from the place!
"It was only a flash of his eye, a sudden droop at the corners of his lips but I saw! And I saw something else, too that he got away as quickly as ever he could after I'd made that suggestion." Viner looked at his aunt with amused wonder. He thought she was unduly suspicious, and Miss Penkridge guessed his thoughts. "You'll see," she said as she opened the door.
We must find some quiet lodging, and settle down to help. We cannot let all the burden fall on you, Mr. Viner." Viner glanced at Miss Penkridge. They were quick to understand each other, these two, and he knew at once that Miss Penkridge saw what was in his mind. "You must stay with us," he said, turning to the two mournful figures.
Pawle; Lord Ellingham had a seat close by; in the front of the public gallery Miss Penkridge, grim and alert, was in charge of the timid and shrinking sisters of the unfortunate prisoner. There, too, were Mr. Armitstead and Mr. Isidore Rosenbaum, and Mr. Perkwite, all evidently very much alive to certain possibilities.
Pawle glanced round at the window of Viner's house. "Miss Penkridge, by all that's wonderful!" he said in a deep voice. "Most extraordinary! Where is she?" "At home, I should imagine," answered Viner with a laugh. "Then, my dear sir, by all means let us pay our respects to her!" said Mr. Pawle. "A tribute!" "By all means!" exclaimed Mr. Carless. "A just tribute richly deserved!"
"Well," answered Miss Penkridge, regarding her knitting with appraising eyes, "there was a case that excited great interest when your poor mother and I were mere girls. It was in our town young Quainton, the banker. He was about your age, married to a very pretty girl, and they'd a fine baby.
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