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Krevin Crood, sir, draws a hundred and fifty-six pounds a year out of the revenues of this rotten little borough all because he's Simon's brother. Been drawing that three pounds a week for fifteen years now. It's a scandal! However, as I say, he once had two thousand a year." "A difference," remarked Brent. "Ay, well, he adds a bit to his three pound," said Peppermore.
"A terrible affair, this, Mr. Brent!" he said as they walked along. "And a most extraordinary one too it'll be more than a nine days' wonder here. A deep mystery, sir, and I question if you'll get much light on it where you're going." "You said that Alderman Crood knew everything," observed Brent. "Ay!" answered Peppermore, with a short laugh.
And in Brent's decided opinion that murderer was a Hathelsborough man, and one of high place. It was nearly noon when he had completed these arrangements, and then, having no more to do at the moment, he remembered the little newspaper man, Peppermore, and his invitation to call at the Monitor office. So, as twelve o'clock chimed and struck from the tower of St.
"You don't love Alderman Crood?" suggested Brent. Peppermore picked up his glass of bitter ale and drank off what remained. He set down the glass with a bang. "Wouldn't trust him any farther than I could throw his big carcase!" he said with decision. "Nor any more than I would Krevin there bad 'uns, both of 'em.
He went back to the market-place and towards the Chancellor. Peppermore came hurrying out of the hotel as Brent turned into it. He carried a folded paper in his hand, and he waved it at Brent as, at sight of him, he came to a sudden halt. "Just been looking for you, Mr. Brent!" he said mysteriously. "Come into some quiet spot, sir, and glance at this. Here we are, sir, corner of the hall."
Brent," answered Peppermore with a wink. "I can tell you why the police put the Coroner up to calling Mrs. Saumarez as a witness. They'd got a theory that Wellesley killed your cousin in a fit of jealousy, of which she was the cause, and they hoped to substantiate it through her evidence. There's no doubt, sir, that there were love-passages between Dr.
Everybody in their immediate neighbourhood read and discussed the articles; extracts from them were given in the county papers; some of the London dailies began to lift them. Eventually a local Member of Parliament asked a question about them in the House of Commons. And one day Peppermore came rushing to Brent in a state of high excitement. "The pen is mightier than the sword, Mr.
"Out," answered the boy. "Long?" demanded Brent. "Can't say," said the busy one. "Might be and mightn't." Then he gave Brent a close inspection. "If it's news," he added, "I can take it. Is it?" "No news," replied Brent. "Mr. Peppermore asked me to call. I'll wait." He perched himself on the counter, and watched the scissors. "You're the sub-editor, I reckon?" he said at last with a smile. "Eh?"
"Had you any opportunity of seeing Wellesley and my cousin together during the last week or two before my cousin's death?" he asked presently. "Several, Mr. Brent, several opportunities," answered Peppermore. "I went to report the proceedings of two or three committees of the Town Council during the fortnight preceding that lamentable occurrence, sir, and saw them at close quarters.
This that the little lady had had both those men as strings to her bow at the same time, indecisive as to which of 'em she'd finally choose, but that, not so long since, she'd given up both, in favour of a third man!" Brent started, and laughed. "Ingenious, Peppermore, very ingenious!" he said. "Given 'em both the mitten as they say? But the third man?" "Mrs.
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