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Killenhall is one of a gang who are responsible for the murder of John Ashton, who stole his diamond and certain papers, and who have endeavoured, very cleverly, to foist one of their number, a scoundrelly clever actor, on the public, as a peer of the realm who had been missing. Mrs.
Ashton was a very wealthy man." Drillford pulled out a pocketbook and entered the names which Mrs. Killenhall had just mentioned. "The solicitors will be able to tell something," he murmured as he put the book back. "We'll communicate with them first thing in the morning. But just two questions before I go. Can you tell me anything about Mr. Ashton's usual habits? Had he any business?
Killenhall of anything, Mr. Viner?" Viner gave her a quick glance. "Are you?" he said in low tones. Miss Wickham waved a hand towards the anteroom. "Well!" she whispered. "What's it look like? She brings me down here in a hurry, on a message which I myself never heard nor saw delivered in any way; after I get here, you are fetched and here we are! And where is she?"
Anyway, the door of that anteroom is locked and it's a strong lock. There's something wrong." The girl started, and paled a little, but Viner saw at once that she was not likely to be seriously frightened, and presently she laughed. "How very queer!" she said. "But perhaps Mrs. Killenhall turned the key in the outer lock so that no patients, or other callers, perhaps should come in?"
Killenhall merely mentioned that you wanted this amount, in notes, and that she had called for it and of course, I cashed the check your check, remember! at once." "I hadn't filled in the amount," remarked Miss Wickham. "Mrs. Killenhall had often presented checks bearing your signature in which you hadn't filled in the amount," said the manager.
"He was reticent about himself always very kind and thoughtful and considerate for Mrs. Killenhall and myself, but he was a reserved man." "Did he ever have any one to see him?" inquired the solicitor. "Any men to dine, or anything of that sort?" "No not once. No one has ever even called on him," said Miss Wickham.
"The other question," said Drillford, "is this: Did he carry much on him in the way of valuables or money? I mean as a rule?" "He wore a very fine gold watch and chain," answered Mrs. Killenhall; "and as for money well, he always seemed to have a lot in his purse. And he wore two diamond rings very fine stones." "Just so!" murmured Drillford. "Set upon for the sake of those things, no doubt.
Drillford again looked from the elder to the younger lady. "You'll excuse me if I ask what relation you ladies are to Mr. Ashton?" he said with a significant glance at Mrs. Killenhall. "None!" replied Mrs. Killenhall. "Miss Wickham is Mr. Ashton's ward. I am Miss Wickham's chaperon and companion."
Killenhall herself, and Viner's quick eye failed to notice anything in her air or manner that denoted uneasiness. She smiled and motioned him to enter, shutting the door after him as he stepped into the narrow entrance hall. "So very good of you to come, Mr. Viner, and so quickly," she said. "You found your way all right?"
Miss Wickham and I have come down to the City on some business connected with Mr. Ashton, and we do so want somebody's help. Can you run down at once and join us? So sorry to trouble you, but we really do want a gentleman here." "Certainly!" responded Viner. "I'll come to you at once. But where are you?" "Come to 23 Mirrapore Street, off Whitechapel Road," answered Mrs. Killenhall.
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