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"Miss Martin's name must be kept out of this matter," he growled. But Sussex is not easily browbeaten when it thinks itself in the right. "All very well a-sayin' that, sir, but a-doin' of it is a bird of another color," argued Bates firmly. "How did you know that Miss Martin was here?" "Bless your heart, sir, how comes it that us Steynholme folk know everythink about other folk's business?
"At the inn I am Mr. Franklin, an Argentine importer of blood stock in the horse line. At this moment the only other man beside yourself in Steynholme who is aware of my official position is Mr. Peters, and he is pledged to secrecy. To-morrow or any other day until further notice, you and I meet as strangers in public. By the way, Mr.
Good egg!" was the cry. The gentleman thus addressed did not seem to relish this geniality. "Where the deuce are you off to?" he demanded. "To Steynholme same as you, of course." "Look here, Peters, a word in your ear. If you know me during the next few days, you'll never know me again. I suppose you'll be staying at the local inn there's only one of any repute in the place?" "That's so.
Moreover it is no secret, as the truth must come out at the inquest she had passed a good deal of her time while in Steynholme, unknown to you, in making inquiries concerning you, your habits, your surroundings, your friends. Surely, Mr.
"Have 'ee made out owt about un, sir?" inquired that hardy individual, pausing to spit on the handle of his spade. "No," said Grant. "The thing is a greater mystery than ever." "I'm thinkin' her mun ha' bin killed by a loony," announced Bates. "Something of the kind, no doubt. But why are the little less dangerous loonies of Steynholme united in the belief that I am the guilty one?"
Siddle, could possibly accuse you of spreading scandal." "Seven years! Is it so long since I came to Steynholme? Sometimes, it appears an age, but more often I fancy the calendar must be in error. Why, it seems only the other day that I saw you in a short frock, bowling a hoop." "A tom-boy occupation," laughed Doris. "But dad encouraged that and skipping, as the best possible means of exercise."
In a word, the passing of Adelaide Melhuish was exploited thoroughly as an indictment of her one-time lover, and the only two in Steynholme not aware of the fact were Grant, himself, and Wally Hart. By a singular coincidence, not ridiculously beyond the ken of a verger, when Doris went to church on Sunday morning, she found herself beside Mr. Franklin.
"Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice," said Othello to Lodovico, and these Scotland Yard men, charged with so great a responsibility, never forgot the great-hearted Moor's advice. When Winter took his seat in the train at five o'clock he could have drawn a plan of Steynholme, which he had never seen, and marked thereon the exact position of each house mentioned in this record.
Jefferson's frugal habits, since Furneaux had omitted no item of his movements in Steynholme, remembered it later during the nightly gathering in the inn. Elkin greeted Mr. Franklin respectfully when the great man joined the circle. "Did you see anything worth while at Knoleworth, sir?" he said. "No. I was unlucky. All the principals were at a race meeting." "By gum! That's right.
Doris was silenced, but she read the riddle correctly. The chemist was particularly anxious that no Steynholme resident should be made aware of his mother's death. She wondered why. She was enlightened when Furneaux paid a call about tea-time. She took him into the garden. The lawn at The Hollies was empty. "Well, you entertained an acquaintance yesterday?" he began. "Yes.
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