The Middle of Things by J. S. (Joseph Smith) Fletcher
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thought--how soon he could convert some of the property into cash, so
that he could eat. If Pelver had made him that advance, or bought the ring, he'd have made a bee-line for the nearest coffee-shop. I tell you he was mad for food!" "Another thing," said Viner. "Where is the rest of Mr. Ashton's property--his watch, chain, the other ring, his purse, and--wasn't there a pocketbook? How is it this man wasn't found in possession of them?" "Easy enough for him to hide all those things, Mr. Viner," said Drillford, with an indulgent smile. "What easier? You don't know as much of these things as I do--he could quite easily plant all those articles safely during the night. He just stuck to the article which he could most easily convert into money." "Well, I don't believe he's guilty," repeated Viner. "And I want to do something for him. You may think me quixotic, but I'd like to help him. Is there anything to prevent you from going to him, telling him that I'm convinced of his innocence and that I should like to get him help--legal help?" "There's nothing to prevent it, to be sure," answered Drillford. "But Mr. Viner, you can't get over the fact that this fellow had Ashton's diamond ring in his possession!" "How do I--how do you--know how he came into possession of it?" demanded Viner. "And then--that knife!" exclaimed Drillford. "Look here! I've got it. What sort of thing is that for an innocent, harmless man to carry about |
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