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"I'm wondering if she and Wellesley know anything that they're keeping to themselves," said Tansley. "She was obviously nervous and frightened when she was in that box just now." "She's a nervous, highly-strung woman so I should say, from what bit I've seen of her," remarked Brent. "Excitable!" "Well, he's cool enough," said Tansley, nodding towards the witness-box. "Hasn't turned a hair!
"No, sir, he did not. He said he was in no hurry." "You were to take your own time about them, the machine remaining with you?" "Just that, sir." Stedman sat down, as if satisfied, and Owthwaite left the witness-box. At the calling of the next witness's name Tansley nudged Brent. "Now we may hear something lively!" he whispered.
"Do you think, knowing all that you do now, that it had anything to do with it indirectly? Indirectly!" Self-controlled though he was, Wellesley could not repress a start of surprise at this question. It was obviously unexpected and it seemed to those who, like Brent and Tansley, were watching him narrowly, that he was considerably taken aback by it. He hesitated.
"You bet!" replied Hawthwaite grimly. "Oh, we're not going to sleep, Mr. Brent we'll get at something yet! Slow and sure, sir, slow but sure." Brent went away presently, and calling on Tansley, the solicitor, walked with him to Wallingford's rooms. During the next two hours they carefully examined all the dead man's private papers. They found nothing that threw any light whatever on his murder.
A smartly-dressed, self-possessed young woman came forward, and Tansley, nudging Brent, whispered that this was Mallett's parlour-maid and that things were getting deuced interesting. That the appearance of Louisa Speck in the witness-box came as something more than an intense surprise to at any rate two particular persons in that court was evident at once to Brent's watchful eye. Mrs.
It wasn't my fault that those two were jealous of each other, and " "She's let the cat out of the bag now!" whispered Tansley to Brent. "Gad! I see how this thing's going to develop! Whew! Well, there she goes!" For the Coroner had politely motioned Mrs. Saumarez away from the box, and the next instant the official voice rapped out another name: "Dr. Rutherford Carstairs!"
Barber, of his own will, greatly annoyed and horrified at the murder. Brent was beginning to get sick of this new development: to him it seemed idle and purposeless. He whispered as much to Tansley. But Tansley shook his head. "Can't say that," he replied. "Where was Wellesley during that nineteen minutes' absence from the surgery? He'll have to explain that anyway.
Semper eadem, Peppermore, semper eadem, that's the motto of this high-principled, respectably ruled borough. Always the same and no change." "Except from bad to worse!" said Peppermore. "All right, sir; but something's going to happen, this time." Something did happen immediately following on the official announcement of the Local Government Board inquiry, and it was Tansley who told Brent of it.
R." He folded this and addressed it with the proper superscription; and left it lying there. It was a strange ride that he had back from Tansley next morning after mass. Dick Sampson had met him with the horses in the stable-court at Matstead a little after four o'clock in the morning; and together they had ridden through the pitch darkness, each carrying a lantern fastened to his stirrup.
You would not have done so to one who was not a Catholic, six months ago." The man sneered visibly. "There is no need," he said. "It is Mr. Simpson who is to say mass to-morrow, and it is at Tansley that it will be said, at six o'clock in the morning. If I choose to tell the justices, you cannot prevent it." Robin said nothing.
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