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Elkin's remarkable improvement in health was commented on by Hobbs, and Siddle took the credit. "That last mixture has proved beneficial, then?" he said, eying the horse-dealer closely. "Top-hole," smirked Elkin. "But it's only fair to say that I've chucked whiskey, too." "Did you finish the bottle?" "Which bottle?" "Mine, of course." "Nearly." "Don't take any more. It was decidedly strong.
The villagers could not understand him. Already, in some mysterious way, the word had gone around that Siddle had murdered the actress, and taken his own life to avoid arrest, after shooting at the detective who was hot on his trail. Not until Peters's articles came back to Steynholme did the public at large realize that the chemist undoubtedly meant to kill Doris Martin.
"Did you give Siddle that reason?" "Yes." Winter frowned. "You literary gentlemen are all alike," he said vexedly. "You become such adepts in analyzing human duplicity in your books that you never dream of trying to be wise as a serpent in your own affairs.
With that letter in her pocket Doris had suddenly grown wary. Hart and Siddle would not mix, and her woman's intuition warned her that Siddle had chosen the tea-hour purposely in order to have an uninterrupted conversation with her. She disliked Mr. Siddle, in a negative way, but the very nearness of the detective was stimulating. Let Mr. Siddle come, then, and come alone! "No, dad," she laughed.
"That's all very well," he rumbled. "But the hevidence you an' me 'eard, Siddle, an' the hevidence we know we're goin' to 'ear, is a lot stronger than that." "I'm sure you'll pardon me, friends," said Siddle, rising with an apologetic smile, "but I happen to be foreman of the coroner's jury, and I feel that this matter is not for me, at any rate, to discuss publicly."
Grant seems to have been popular here; he had almost recovered from the blow of Miss Melhuish's death by the straightforward speech he made before the inquest. But Siddle threw him back into the mud by a few skillful words. What is Siddle's record? Is he a local man?" "I think not. Robinson can tell us." "Robinson says he 'believes' Siddle is a widower.
"Were you out on Monday night?" "The night of the murder?" "Yes." "I left the Hare and Hounds at ten, and came straight home." "Who was there with you?" "The usual crowd Hobbs, and Siddle, and Bob Smith, and a commercial traveler. Siddle went at half past nine, but he generally does." "You met no one on the road?" "No." The monosyllable seemed to lack Elkin's usual confidence.
Siddle would not come to tea to-day!" "He certainly would not," declared the girl emphatically. "You believe he is coming for a purpose?" "Yes." "Elkin I must drag him in again for an instant pretends that the commotion aroused in the village by this murder would incline you favorably to a proposal of marriage. Mr. Siddle may have discovered some virtue in the theory." "Did Mr.
"Look here, Hobbs, just keep Doris Martin's name out of it!" shouted Elkin, smiting the table with his fist till the glasses danced. "Gentlemen!" protested Siddle gently. "It's all dashed fine, but I'm not " blustered Elkin. He yielded to Ingerman's outstretched hand. "I seem to have brought discord into a friendly gathering," came the mournful comment. "Such was far from being my intent.
"Because it is the hardest thing in the world for a woman to be single-minded, in the limited sense of concentration, I mean. Focus your wits on Siddle to-day. I don't suggest any plan. I leave that to your own intelligence. Vex him, and let him talk." "Vex him!" "Yes. What man won't get mad if he notices that his best girl is thinking about a rival." This time Doris did not blush.
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