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"Went to Beard's house to get the letter that her brother had written! They were begging Whitmore for money. Don't you see the game? Whitmore turned them down. So what was there to do except to kill him and get his estate?" To the impressionable mind of Greig the evidence against Mrs. Collins was conclusive. The grave, complex problem that had baffled his superiors had suddenly simplified itself.
Only a slight constraint of manner exposed Ward and Beard's diminishing self-control. "Since the witnesses have been cautioned to remain silent," said Britz, addressing the coroner, "and as they appear resolved to stay mute, we cannot escape the conviction that they have knowledge of the circumstances surrounding the murder of Mr. Whitmore. At present Mrs. Collins is the only prisoner.
I don't know the contents of that letter, but it's from Herbert Whitmore and he's as incapable of a dishonorable act as you are incapable of anything honorable. And you had the audacity to open and read that letter!" She paused, fixing him with her eyes, her lips curled into a disdainful smile. But the fire of her scorn left him unseared.
Marietta gushed about the wonder of the big stores and so it finally came time for Miss Whitmore to go. "Now you will come up, won't you?" she said to Angela, for in spite of a certain feeling of incompatibility and difference she was determined to like her. She thought Angela a little inexperienced and presumptuous in marrying Eugene. She was afraid she was not up to his standard.
In the lighted shelter of the booth they paused, silently regarding each other, each waiting for the other to speak. "Now that our most valuable witness is dead what next?" finally asked Greig. "The immediate necessity is to ascertain where Whitmore was during the six weeks of his absence from business," was Britz's unhesitating reply.
It is more than probable that he was clean-shaven during his absence, or up to about two weeks ago. Then, in order not to emphasize his altered appearance when he came back, he permitted the mustache to grow again." "But what does all this mean?" inquired Greig. "It means that Whitmore was not away on a business trip," answered Britz. "The statement of Beard to visitors at the office was a blind.
I've felt, lately, that Eastern airs don't agree with my constitution." Miss Whitmore grew red as to cheeks and bright as to eyes. "I think a few small doses of Eastern manners would improve you very much," she said, pointedly. "Y e-s? They'd have to be small, because the supply is very limited." The Little Doctor grew white around the mouth. She held Concho's rein so tight he almost stopped.
The colonial troops under Colonel Whitmore, and bodies of friendly Maoris under Ropata, attacked him here. The work was very difficult, for after climbing those precipitous hills there were two palisades to be carried, one seven feet high and the other twelve. But science prevailed.
"She was there," said Britz, ignoring the other's remark. "Moreover, she accused you of having killed Whitmore. She did it in the presence of a witness, and, although she was unaware of it, her statement was taken down by a hidden stenographer." "Then why did she commit suicide?" blurted Collins, as if her death contradicted the detective's statement.
'Pon my honour now I wouldn't intrude, only the business is urgent." He waited while Mr. Whitmore somewhat grudgingly set the door wide to admit him. "By the way I've brought a couple of friends with me." "Confound it all, Rogers " "Oh, you know them." Mr. Rogers, with his foot planted over the threshold, airily waved us forward out of the darkness. "Mr.
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