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He is a sharp, fellow, Drillford, and he told me just now that he had glanced over those papers since Cortelyon's arrest, and he well, I only just stopped him from letting out to Miss Wickham who if the papers and the deduction to be drawn from them are correct she really is.
I wandered round Westbourne Grove, and then up into the Harrow Road, and in a sort of back street there I sneaked into a shanty in a yard, and stopped in it the rest of the night. And this morning I tried to pawn the ring." "Having no idea of its value," suggested Viner, with a glance at Drillford, who was listening to everything with an immovable countenance.
"You were right, and I was wrong. It wasn't that young fellow Hyde who killed Mr. Ashton. And now that I know who did, I don't mind saying that I'm jolly glad that his innocence will be established." "But do you know who did?" asked Viner eagerly. "I do!" answered Drillford. "Who, then?" exclaimed Viner.
For the first time since they had entered the room, Drillford turned and glanced at Viner; his look indicated the idea which Miss Wickham's last words had set up in his mind. Here was a mystery! The police instinct was aroused by it. "You don't know very much about Mr. Ashton?" he said, turning back to the two ladies. "Yet you're under his roof? This is his house, isn't it?"
Drillford, who had been replacing the ring in a safe, locked the door upon it with a snap, and turned on his questioner with a look which became more and more businesslike and official with each succeeding word. "Now, Mr. Viner," he said, "you look at it from our point of view. An elderly gentleman is murdered and robbed.
Drillford muttered something about local authorities and property-owners and went forward into an office, motioning Viner to follow. The divisional surgeon was there in conversation with the sergeant whom Drillford had left in charge of the body. "That is something on which I'd stake my professional reputation," he said. "I'm sure of it." "What's that, Doctor?" asked Drillford.
Drillford who was filling up some papers, smiled. "No?" he said. "Now, why, Mr. Viner?" "You can call it intuition if you like," answered Viner. "But I don't! And I shall be surprised if I'm not right. There are certain things that I should think would strike you." "What, for instance?" asked Drillford.
"Extraordinary!" muttered Viner. "What a piece of luck!" "No, sir!" said Drillford, stoutly. "No luck at all just a bit of good common-sense thinking on the part of a shrewd woman. But you'll want to know what we did. I was so absolutely certain of the truth of Miss Penkridge's theory that I immediately made preparations for a descent on Cortelyon's house.
"Do you think it likely that a man who must have known that a regular hue and cry would be raised about that murder, would be such a fool as to go and offer one of the murdered man's rings within a mile of the spot where the murder took place?" asked Viner. Drillford turned and looked steadily at his questioner. "Well, but that's precisely what he did, Mr. Viner!" he exclaimed.
Drillford looked at Viner and shook his head, as if to signify his contempt of Hyde's attitude. "Considering the position you're in," he said, turning again to Hyde, "you must see that it's impossible that your relations should be kept from knowing. You'll have to give particulars about yourself, sooner or later. And charges of murder, like this, can't be kept out of the newspapers."
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