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Updated: June 29, 2025
And it can't be that old housekeeper of his, because they say she's satisfied enough that Jack Harborough's the man, and they've got him. Queer do altogether, I call it!" "It's done in Harborough's interest," said a third man. "Either that, or there's something very deep in it. Somebody's not satisfied and somebody's going to have a flutter with his brass over it."
And, although we knew well enough that we should eventually have no difficulty whatever in proving an alibi in Harborough's behalf, we decided that in his interest we would make a few guarded but strict inquiries into Miss Pett's antecedents." Brereton started. Miss Pett!
That he took the papers from it, threw the pocket-book itself away, and then placed the papers or some of them where your people have just found them in Harborough's shed seems to me to argue something which is even more puzzling. I daresay you see what I mean?" "Can't say that I do, sir," answered the superintendent. "I haven't had much experience in this sort of work, you know, Mr.
"But you'll understand that I'd like to know how all this affects my client?" "Ye yes!" said Mr. Wraythwaite, hastily. "Tell Mr. Brereton, Carfax never mind me and my affairs get on to poor Harborough." "Your affair and Harborough's are inextricably mixed, my dear sir," retorted Carfax, good-humouredly. "I'm coming to the mingling of them. Well," he continued, addressing himself again to Brereton.
Nothing easier than to slip into Harborough's garden from the adjacent wood, cut off a length of the cord, use it and leave it as a first bit of evidence against a man whose public record was uncertain. Oh, very clever indeed! if only Cotherstone could carry things off, and not allow his conscience to write marks on his face.
No we've found nothing. But I suppose you've heard of the find at Harborough's cottage?" "No!" exclaimed Brereton, startled out of his habitual composure. "What find?" "Some of our people made a search there as soon as the police-court proceedings were over," replied the detective. "It was the first chance they'd had of doing anything systematically.
He disappeared within doors, and Mallalieu walked out of the yard into the High Street to run against Bent and Brereton, who were hurrying in the direction of the police-station, in company with another constable. "Ah!" said Mallalieu as they met. "So you've heard, too, I suppose? Heard that Harborough's been taken, I mean.
Again does anybody of sense believe that a man of Harborough's evident ability would have murdered his victim so clumsily as to leave a direct clue behind him? Now turn to another side. Is it not evident that if Miss Pett wanted to murder Kitely she'd excellent chances of not only doing so, but of directing suspicion to another person?
For Brereton knew that nothing is so useful in the breaking-down of one prejudice as to set up another, and his great object just then was to divert primary prejudice away from his client. Nevertheless, nothing, he knew well, could at that stage prevent Harborough's ultimate committal unless Harborough himself chose to prove the alibi of which he had boasted.
The news of this second mysterious death flew round Highmarket and the neighbourhood like wild-fire. Brereton heard of it during the afternoon, and having some business in the town in connexion with Harborough's defence, he looked in at the police-station and found the superintendent in an unusually grave and glum mood. "This sort of thing's getting beyond me, Mr. Brereton," he said in a whisper.
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