The Mystery of a Hansom Cab by Fergus Hume
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"But I suppose you are seldom awake when he comes in really late," said the detective. "Not as a rule," assented Mrs. Sampson; "bein' a 'eavy sleeper, and much disposed for bed, but I 'ave 'eard 'im come in arter twelve, the last time bein' Thursday week." "Ah!" Mr. Gorby drew a long breath, for Thursday week was the night upon which the murder was committed. "Bein' troubled with my 'ead," said Mrs. Sampson, "thro' 'avin' been out in the sun all day a-washin', I did not feel so partial to my bed that night as in general, so went down to the kitching with the intent of getting a linseed poultice to put at the back of my 'ead, it being calculated to remove pain, as was told to me, when a nuss, by a doctor in the horspital, 'e now bein' in business for hisself, at Geelong, with a large family, 'avin' married early. Just as I was leavin' the kitching I 'eard Mr. Fitzgerald a-comin' in, and, turnin' round, looked at the clock, that 'avin' been my custom when my late 'usband came in, in the early mornin', I bein' a-preparin' 'is meal." "And the time was?" asked Mr. Gorby, breathlessly. "Five minutes to two o'clock," replied Mrs. Sampson. Mr. Gorby thought for a moment. "Cab was hailed at one o'clock--started for St. Kilda at about ten minutes past--reached Grammar School, say, at twenty-five minutes past--Fitzgerald talks five minutes to cabman, making it half-past--say, |
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