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Hollins!" "Then give me your word that whatever happens, whatever comes, you'll not mention to the police that you've seen me tonight, and that whenever you're questioned you'll know nothing about me!" he said eagerly. "Twelve hours' start aye, six! means safety to me, Moneylaws. Will you keep silence?" "Where's Miss Dunlop?" asked I.
Something occurs we don't know what, yet to make him insecure in his position; without doubt, it's mixed up with Phillips and Gilverthwaite, and no doubt, afterwards, with Crone. This lad here accidentally knows something which might be fatal Carstairs tries, having, as I believe, murdered Crone, to drown Moneylaws! And what then?
It was I discovered Phillips's dead body." I saw that he had been getting more and more interested as we talked at the mention of my name his interest obviously increased. And suddenly he pulled a box of cigars towards him, took one out, and pushed the box to me. "Help yourself, Mr. Moneylaws and go ahead," he said. "I'm willing to hear as many chapters as you like of this story."
Before I knew how it came about, Crone was deep into the murder business. "They'll not have found much out by this time, yon police fellows, no doubt, Mr. Moneylaws?" he said, eyeing me inquisitively in the light of the one naphtha lamp that was spurting and jumping in his untidy shop.
He nodded affably enough, and he laughed as he nodded. "Oh!" said he. "Mr. Moneylaws! I've seen you before at that inquest the other day, I think. Didn't I?" "That is so, Sir Gilbert," I answered. "I was there, with Mr. Lindsey." "Why, of course, and you gave evidence," he said. "I remember. Well, and what did you want to see me about, Mr. Moneylaws?
Then came the door a heavy, iron-studded piece of strong oak, and it was slightly open, and as I pushed it wider in the darkness, a musty, close smell came from whatever was within. "No steps," said he, "straight on! Now then, halt and keep halting! If you move one finger, Moneylaws, out fly your brains! No great loss to the community, my lad but I've some use for them yet."
Lindsey. "Aye, I knew you'd ask that," replied Chisholm. "But the thing is that they were interrupted. The bag they could carry off but it's probable that they heard Mr. Moneylaws here coming down the lane before they could search the man's pockets." "Umph!" said Mr. Lindsey. "And how do you account for two men getting away from the neighbourhood without attracting attention?"
But I'm not sure yet that you're safe yourself," he went on, still eyeing me consideringly. "I'm a soft-hearted man, Moneylaws or else you wouldn't have your brains in their place at this present minute!" "There's a mighty lot of chance of my harming you, anyway!" said I, with a laugh that surprised myself. "Not so much as a penknife on me, and you with that thing at my head."
Moneylaws," he said. "You said you were with Crone, buying something, that night before his body was found. You'd be paying him money and he might be giving you change. Did you happen to see his purse, now?" "Aye!" answered I. "What for do you ask that?" "Because," said he, "we've taken a fellow at one of those riverside publics that's been drinking heavily, and, of course, spending money freely.
"I'll do anything I can to help. I'm beginning, you know, Mr. Lindsey, to fear I'm mixed up in this. You'll keep me informed?" "I can give you some information now," answered Mr. Lindsey, pulling out the telegram. "There's more mystery, do you see? And Moneylaws and I are off to Largo now we'll take it on our way home.
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