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His welcome was so perfect, his manners so gracefully unforced, that Barrant had an uneasy suspicion that he was being beaten at his own game, and was slightly out of countenance in consequence. Up to that moment he could not, for the life of him, decide whether Austin Turold's polished self-assurance was a mask or not. It seemed too natural to be assumed.
"Was there anything in Robert Turold's demeanour which suggested to you recently that he valued his life lightly, or was likely to take it?" "I would rather not give a definite opinion on that point. I have to give evidence at the inquest, you know." Barrant nodded. He realized the force of the doctor's objection to the expression of a view which might be proved erroneous later.
"On the day of his brother's death we did not see much of Mr. Austin Turold. There was Mrs. Turold's funeral in the afternoon, and when he came home I thought he would prefer to be left to himself. "He went to his sitting-room, and stayed there. My husband and I retired early that night, but later we were awakened by a very loud knock at the front door. We heard Mr.
She must 'ave come from Flint House, now I coome to think of it. 'What young woman was that? asked 'Enery Waitts. So I told them what had happened to me, just like I've told it to you. Mrs. Keegan, the land-lady, who was list'ning, says, 'I shouldn't be surprised if it was Mr. Turold's daughter that you saw.
"Will you not be seated?" he said, placing a chair for her. "Will you regard what I have to say to you in strict confidence?" she queried, sinking her voice to a whisper. "Is it about Mr. Turold's murder?" "It it may be." With the recollection of previous eavesdropping in that house, the lawyer rose and closed the door.
I could not get Mr. Robert Turold's suicide out of my head. It seemed such a dreadful thing for a wealthy man to do so common and vulgar! Suicide sticks to a family so it is never really forgotten. It is much easier to live down an embezzlement or misappropriation of trust funds. The thought of it put the other thing the fire and young Mr.
Austin Turold, who was still up, go down and open it. Then we heard a very loud voice, outside Mr. Robert Turold's man-servant, it appears. We heard him tell Mr. Austin that his brother had been found shot. Mr. Turold returned upstairs, and some time afterwards we heard him go down again and out. "I was so upset that I arose and dressed myself to await Mr. Turold's return.
"And it frightened the dog, too, started it barking." "Is that the dog I heard whining downstairs?" "Maybe it is. I've got it shut up in the cellar." "Whose dog is it?" "His." Thalassa's eyes travelled towards Robert Turold's bedroom. "Is it howling through grief?" "More like from fright. Dogs are like people, frightened of their own shadows, sometimes.
At that moment she was sitting motionless, immersed in thought, her chin on her hand, looking across the water to the horizon, where the Scilly Islands shimmered and disappeared in a grey, melting mist. She did not hear the sound of Charles Turold's footsteps, descending the cliff path in search of her.
He knew all the facts that Inspector Dawfield and Sergeant Pengowan could impart. He knew of Robert Turold's long quest for the lost title, the object of his visit to Cornwall, his near attainment to success, his summons to his family to receive the news.
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