Part 47 (2/2)
”That's all very well,” said he at last, ”but how do I know that you're the party? Have you any proof of this?”
”No”
”You have nothing but your own statement?”
”No”
”And you istrate--and you'd better be careful”
”You can do what you choose,” said I, coldly
”No, I can't In this country a man can't do what he chooses”
I was silent
”Johnnie,” said e it”
John looked at
”I suppose,” said he at last, ”you've got to put it through You began it, you know You would send for her I never saw the use of it”
”But do you think this is the party?”
”Oh, I dare say It don't make any difference any way nobody would take the trouble to come to you with a sham story”
”That's a fact,” said ot to take her”
”Well,” said ht”
”I don't think any thing of the kind,” returned John, snappishly ”I only think that she's the party you sent for”
”Oh, well, it's all the saain
”If you're the girl,” he said, ”you can get in Hunt up Mrs Coe of you”
Coh me She had been in the family of the murdered man, and had ever since lived with his murderer I went in without a word, prepared for the worst, and expecting to see some evil-faced woman, fit co along ”Where is Mrs Corowled the man, and went on
I stood quietly Had I not been prepared for sorief, but I had read the MS, and nothing could surprise or woundwhich time no notice was taken of me I heard o away They had evidently forgotten all about me At last a man came toward the door who did not look like a servant He was dressed in black He was a slender, pale, shaht hair, and a furtive eye and a weary face He did not look like one ould insult me, so I asked him where I could find Mrs Compton