In the Mayor's Parlour Part 36
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"What!" he exclaimed. "Krevin!"
"Krevin," answered the landlord. "And Simon! Both of 'em. Got 'em at seven o'clock. They're in the police station--cells of course. Nice business--Mayor of a town arrested for the murder of his predecessor!"
"As far as I can make out, Simon's charged with being accessory,"
remarked one of the other men. "Krevin's the culprit-in-chief."
"Well, there they both are anyway," said the landlord. "And, if I know anything about the law, it's as serious a thing to be accessory to a murder as to be the princ.i.p.al in one. What do you say, Mr. Brent?"
Brent made no reply. He was thinking. So this was what Hawthwaite had meant when he said, the day before, that all was ready? He wished that Hawthwaite had given him a hint, or been perfectly explicit with him.
For there was Queenie to consider.
And now, without further remark to the group of gossipers, he turned on his heel and went back to her and took her into the coffee-room and to the table which was always specially reserved for him. Not until Queenie had eaten her dinner did he tell her of what he had learned.
"So now there's going to be h.e.l.l for a time, girlie," he said in conclusion. "No end of unpleasantness for me--and for you, considering that these men are your folk. And so all the more reason why you and I stick together like leeches--not all the Simons and the Krevins in the world are going to make any difference between you and me, and we'll just go forward as if they didn't exist, whatever comes out. And now, come along and I'll see you home to Mother Appleyard's, and then I'll drop in on Hawthwaite and learn all about it."
"Do--do you think they did it?" asked Queenie in a fearful whisper.
"Actually?"
"G.o.d knows!" muttered Brent. "d.a.m.ned if I do, or if I know what to think. But Hawthwaite must have good grounds for this!"
He saw Queenie safely home to Mrs. Appleyard's and hurried off to the police station, where he found the superintendent alone in his office.
"You've heard?" said Hawthwaite.
"I've heard," replied Brent. "I wish you'd given me an idea--a hint."
Hawthwaite shook his head. There was something peculiarly emphatic in the gesture.
"Mr. Brent," he said solemnly. "I wouldn't have given the King himself a hint! I'd reasons--good reasons--for keeping the thing a profound secret until I could strike. As it is, I've been foiled. I've got Krevin Crood, and I've got Simon Crood--safely under lock and key. But I haven't got the other two!"
"What other two?" exclaimed Brent.
Hawthwaite smiled sourly.
"What other two?" he repeated. "Why, Mallett and Coppinger! They're off, though how the devil they got wind of what was going on I can't think.
Leaked out, somehow."
"You suspect them too?" asked Brent.
"Suspect!" sneered Hawthwaite. "Lord! You wait till Simon and Krevin are brought up before the magistrates to-morrow morning! We've got the whole evidence so absolutely full and clear that we can go right full steam ahead with the case to-morrow. Meeking'll prosecute, and I hope to get 'em committed before the afternoon's over."
"Look here," said Brent, "tell me--what's the line? How does the thing stand?"
"Thus," replied Hawthwaite. "We shall charge Krevin with the murder of your cousin, and Simon with being accessory to the fact."
"Before or after?" asked Brent.
"Before!"
"And those other two--Mallett and Coppinger?"
"Same charge as Simon."
Brent took a turn or two about the room.
"That," he remarked, pausing at last in front of Hawthwaite's desk, "means that there was a conspiracy?"
"To be sure!" a.s.sented Hawthwaite. "Got proof of it!"
"Then I wish you'd laid hands on Mallett and Coppinger," said Brent.
"You've no idea of their whereabouts, I suppose?"
"None, so far," replied Hawthwaite. "Nor can I make out how or precisely when they slipped off. But they are off. Oddly enough, Mrs. Mallett's back in the town--I saw and spoke to her an hour ago. Of course she knows nothing about Mallett. She didn't come back to him. I don't know what she came back for. She's staying with friends, down Waterdale."
"What time will these men be brought up to-morrow morning?" asked Brent.
"Ten o'clock sharp," answered Hawthwaite. "And I hope that before the end of the afternoon they'll have been fully committed to take their trial! As I said just now, we can go straight on. Careful preparation makes speedy achievement, Mr. Brent! And by the Lord Harry, we've done some preparing!"
"If only the whole thing is cleared ... at last," said Brent quietly.
"You think ... now ... it will be?"
Hawthwaite smacked his hand on his blotting-pad.
"Haven't the shadow of a doubt, Mr. Brent, that Krevin Crood murdered your cousin!" he a.s.serted. "But you'll hear for yourself to-morrow. Come early. And a word of advice----"
"Yes?" Brent inquired.
"Leave your young lady at home," said Hawthwaite. "No need for her feelings to be upset. They're her uncles, these two, after all, you know. Don't bring her."
"No; of course," a.s.sented Brent. "Never intended to."
He went away to his hotel, sorely puzzled. Hawthwaite seemed positively confident that he had solved the problem at last; but was Hawthwaite right? Somehow, Brent could scarcely think of Krevin Crood as a cold-blooded murderer, nor did it seem probable to him that calculating, scheming men like Simon Crood, Mallett, and Coppinger would calmly plot a.s.sa.s.sination and thereby endanger their own safety. One thing, anyway, seemed certain--if Wallingford's knowledge of the financial iniquities of the Town Trustees was so deep as to lead them to commit murder as the only way of compelling his silence, then those iniquities must have been formidable indeed and the great and extraordinary wonder was that they had just been able to cloak them so thoroughly and successfully.
He was early in attendance at the court-room of the Moot Hall next morning, and for a particular reason of his own selected a seat in close proximity to the door. Long before the magistrates had filed on to the bench, the whole place was packed, and Hawthwaite, pa.s.sing him, whispered that there were hundreds of people in the market square who could not get in. Everybody of any note in Hathelsborough was present; Brent particularly observed the presence of Mrs. Mallett who, heavily veiled, sat just beneath him. He looked in vain, however, for Mrs.
Saumarez; she was not there. But in a corner near one of the exits he saw her companion, Mrs. Elstrick, the woman whom Hawthwaite had seen in secret conversation with Krevin Crood in Farthing Lane.
Tansley caught sight of Brent, and leaving the solicitors' table in the well of the court went over to him.
"What're you doing perched out there?" he asked. "Come down with me--I'll find room for you."
"No," said Brent. "I'm all right here; I may have to leave. And I'm not on in this affair. It's Hawthwaite's show. And is he right, this time?"
"G.o.d knows!" exclaimed Tansley. "He's something up his sleeve anyway.
Queerest business ever I knew! Simon! If it had been Krevin alone, now.
Here, I'll sit by you--I'm not on, either--n.o.body's instructed me. I say, you'll not notice it, but there's never been such a show of magistrates on that bench for many a year, if ever. Crowded! every magistrate in the place present. And the chief magistrate to be in the dock presently! That's dramatic effect, if you like!"
Brent was watching the dock: prisoners came into it by a staircase at the back. Krevin came first: cool, collected, calmly defiant--outwardly, he was less concerned than any spectator. But Simon shambled heavily forward, his big, flabby face coloured with angry resentment and shame.
He beckoned to his solicitor and began to talk eagerly to him over the separating part.i.tion; he, it was evident, was all nerves and eagerness.
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