Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
If they didn't know the contents of Whitmore's will, then they had every reason in the world for preventing the merchant's death. Ward was praying for his return, so he might plead with him to help him out of his financial scrape. Mrs. Collins's love for Whitmore was intensely genuine, and moreover, it was pure." Britz paused, noting the bewildered expression on the faces of Manning and Greig.
He paused as if in deep reflection. "We've got to decide whether those clerks are telling the truth. If we accept their statement that they saw no one enter Whitmore's office and heard no shot " "I have already accepted their statement as the truth," interrupted Britz. "The possibility of suicide is eliminated, of course," pursued Greig. "The pistol we found is brand new and has never been fired.
"She may be a messenger for Mrs. Collins, Ward's sister," suggested Greig. "Whatever her mission, I'll soon know all about it," asserted Britz. "I'm going to the Tombs." On the way to the big, gray City Prison, the detective tried vainly to account for Josephine Burden's appearance in the case.
"It's now quarter past ten," he reminded her. "Permit me to suggest that you go home alone, and that we join you in fifteen or twenty minutes." "Very well," she replied, rising and drawing up her gloves. "I shall expect you." As she walked toward the door, Britz lifted himself out of his seat, and, brushing past Greig, whispered: "Have Muldoon trail her!"
Believe me, My dear Mrs. Somerville, Yours with admiration and esteem, J. BAILLIE. HAMPSTEAD, January 9th, 1851. My dear Mary Somerville, whom I am proud to call my friend, and that she so calls me. I could say much on this point, but I dare not. I received your letter from Mr. Greig last night, and thank you very gratefully.
"Do you perceive any connection between the murder of Whitmore and the attempted post office robbery?" asked Greig. "There may be," said Britz. "I'm going to Headquarters now to map out plans. This investigation will have to be pursued systematically in order to obtain results."
Dropping the paper, Britz sought in his pocket for the leather card case in which he had deposited the needle earlier in the afternoon. After scrutinizing it carefully, he replaced it in the case with an air of satisfaction. "Greig," he said, moving his head slightly to one side, so as to face his assistant, "what do you make of the case?" "Just this, Lieutenant!"
In this way the whole of the men forming the expedition dispersed as silently as they had come. Corydon had given the information to Major Greig, the Liverpool Head Constable, who at once communicated with Chester, where prompt measures were taken to meet the threatened invasion.
"Chief, no one has ever disputed that you know your business," said Britz in frank sincerity. "Our methods may differ, but in the end we usually reach the same goal. So go right ahead as though I were out of the case." Before leaving Manning's office, Britz sent for Greig and inquired whether it was Officer Muldoon who had taken Beard to the Tombs. "Yes," replied Greig.
Despard, president of the Womens' Freedom League, who came with seven delegates. She explained that its methods consisted only of trying to enter the House of Commons, holding meetings near by, heckling Government candidates, refusing to pay taxes, chalking pavements, etc. Mrs. Cobden Sanderson and Mrs. Billington Greig made vigorous, convincing speeches and all were enthusiastically received.
Word Of The Day