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Updated: August 5, 2024
"And my works are to be Public Works, I suppose," grumbled Kilshaw, finding some comfort in this epigrammatic statement of the unwelcome prospect before him. "Red-hot, isn't he?" asked Sir John Oakapple, who, as Chief Justice of the colony, had sent the new Minister to gaol. Kilshaw nodded. "Will he and Puttock pull together?" continued the Chief Justice.
"It is rumoured," read Mr. Kilshaw, "that certain very startling facts have come to light regarding the identity of the deceased man Benham, and that the name of a very prominent politician, now holding an exalted office, is likely to be introduced into the case.
The floor and the galleries were crowded, and the space allotted to ladies there was no grating in New Lindsey, as Eleanor Scaife had already recorded in her note-book was bright with gay colours. Sir Robert and Mr. Kilshaw slipped into their places just in time to see Medland stoop down to Norburn, who sat next him, and whisper to him.
Puttock had introduced Benham to him and the acquaintance had continued it was a political acquaintance purely. "You don't know anything about him before he came here?" Kilshaw suddenly perceived that he was being questioned, whereas his object had been to question. "You say," he observed, "that you haven't got what you'd call a clue. What do you mean?" "You can tell Mr.
Perhaps I was wrong you can't tell with women, they always manage to get excited about something. I swear there was nothing before I came out, and there's no one here, and " "Mr. Kilshaw," announced Jackson. "I don't see what business it is of his," said Dick to his brother the next afternoon. "I call it infernal impertinence." Lord Eynesford differed. "Well, I don't," he said.
Nobody doubted that Kilshaw had kept this man Benyon, or Benham, as a secret weapon, and that the murder had only made the disclosure come earlier. Kilshaw's reputation suffered somewhat in the minds of the scrupulous, but his partisans would hear of no condemnation.
On the Sunday before that eventful, much-discussed Monday, when the critical clause was to come before the Legislative Assembly, he and his followers had decided to convene mass-meetings throughout the country, in every constituency whose member was a waverer, or suspected of being one of "Coxon's rats," as somebody possibly Captain Heseltine had nicknamed them. This was bad, Kilshaw declared.
"Nothing in it," answered Kilshaw confidently. Captain Heseltine had but one test of sincerity, and it was a test to which he knew Kilshaw was, as a rule, quite ready to submit. He took out a small note-book from one pocket and a pencil from the other. "What'll you lay that it doesn't come off?" he asked. "I won't bet."
Sir Robert at first refused, but when Kilshaw urged, he read and glanced up at him, so Medland thought, with a look of sadness. Coxon had got a paper now, and left biting his nails to pore over it; he passed it to Puttock, and the fat man bulged his cheeks in seeming wonder. Even his waverer, the one who had cheered, was deep in it. Only Norburn was unconscious of it.
"She needn't identify us all with Medland?" "Come and have a cigar. Ah, there's Sir John! How are you, Chief Justice? Looks a bit shaky, doesn't he? Come along, Coxon." So saying, Kilshaw led the way to the smoking-room, and, when the pair were comfortably settled, he recurred to his topic.
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