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The night before the inquest Peggy paid a visit to the room in which the murdered man lay. I did not see her go in, but I saw her come out. She went downstairs and hurried across the marshes and threw something into the sea from the top of the breakwater. The following day, after Penreath's arrest, I questioned her.
He took Penreath's boots, which were close at hand, in preference to the danger and delay which he would have incurred in going to his own room, some distance away, for his own boots. Having put on the boots, he took the body on his shoulders and conveyed it to the pit. "There are two or three points in this case which I am unable to clear up to my complete satisfaction.
Penreath's professional adviser, surely I am entitled to your fullest confidence. You are asking me to behave in a very unprofessional way, and take a leap in the dark. There are proper ways of doing things. I will be frank with you. I have come to Norwich in order to urge Penreath for the last time to permit me to lodge an appeal against his conviction.
Next, we have him hurriedly departing from the inn soon after daybreak, refusing to wait till his boots were cleaned, and paying his bill with a Treasury note. "Then came the discovery of the footprints to the pit where the body had been thrown, and those footprints were incontestably made by Penreath's boots.
I noticed them that night at the dinner table, when I was holding Mr. Penreath's candlestick while he lit it with a match from that box." "Did he put it back in his pocket after lighting the candle?" "Yes, sir; into his vest pocket." "It was picked up in Mr. Glenthorpe's room after the murder was committed. A strong clue, Charles! Many a man has been hanged on less." "No doubt, sir."
The girl's explanation of her visit to the room is probably the true one. Far be it from me, as Penreath's legal adviser, to throw away the slightest straw of hope, but your conjectures for, to my mind, they are nothing more are nothing against the array of facts and suspicious circumstances which have been collected by the police.
"I know whom you are trying to shield," replied the detective, with his eyes fixed on Penreath's face. "You are wrong. She " "I beg of you to be silent! Do not mention names, for God's sake." Penreath's face had grown suddenly white. "It is in your power to ensure my silence." "How?" "By speaking yourself." "That I will never do."
In the witness's opinion epilepsy was an hereditary disease, frequently transmitted to the offspring, if either or both parents suffered from it. "Have you ever seen any signs of epilepsy in Lady Penreath's son the prisoner at the bar?" asked Sir Herbert, who began to divine the direction of the defence. "Never," replied the witness. "Was he under your care in his infancy and boyhood?
Penreath's attitude is a very strange one. Apparently he does not apprehend the grave position in which he stands. I am forced to the conclusion that he is suffering from an unhappy aberration of the intellect, which has led to his committing this crime. His conduct since coming to Norfolk has not been that of a sane man.
We can go together from here to the gaol, if that will suit you." "That will suit me excellently. And before that interview takes place I should be glad if you would tell me the facts of Penreath's engagement to Miss Willoughby." "I really know very little about it," said Mr. Oakham, looking somewhat surprised at the question.
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