Dead Men's Money by J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher
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doctor and the landlord of the inn on the other side of Coldstream Bridge
gave their testimonies, there was much more when I got up to tell my tale, and to answer any questions that anybody liked to put to me. Mine, of course, was a straight enough story, told in a few sentences, and I did not see what great amount of questioning could arise out of it. But whether it was that he fancied I was keeping something back, or that he wanted, even at that initial stage of the proceedings, to make matters as plain as possible, a solicitor that was representing the county police began to ask me questions. "There was no one else with you in the room when this man Gilverthwaite gave you his orders?" he asked. "No one," I answered. "And you've told me everything that he said to you?" "As near as I can recollect it, every word." "He didn't describe the man you were to meet?" "He didn't--in any way." "Nor tell you his name?" "Nor tell me his name." "So that you'd no idea whatever as to who it was that you were to meet, nor for what purpose he was coming to meet Gilverthwaite, if Gilverthwaite had been able to meet him?" |
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