d them out?"
"Since two o'clock to-day--soon as he left me."
"Since two o'clock to-day, eh? And what did you have against Mr. Hosley
before that hour, pray?"
"Oh, nothing except a strong personal dislike to him--but I have enough
against him now; I have enough now! I had told him he was too old; that
he had done nothing to merit her--just to gain time, you see. I wanted
time to find out; to look him over with care; with the same precaution I
would use in a cold matter of business. It was well I did; it's a mighty
good thing I used my business sense in this matter. You see, you are no
man of business. You--"
"Well," said I with a calmness affected to aggravate the man who was
sure, "you couldn't have hired a better lot of men. They pass you out
Jim Hosley, married, and a widower by murdering his wife, and have him
engaged to your daughter in six hours. It is as pretty a story as I ever
read. A man who wouldn't ring up the coroner on that needs one for his
own autopsy. Why, any man would be proud to have a coroner in the
family on the strength of all that. Tescheron, let's talk about the
pleasant memories of the past. What asylums that you have been in do you
prefer--eh?"
Tescheron proceeded to give me the repertoire of the dancing school.
When he began to polka and upset the furniture he dropped his cologned
handkerchief. I tossed it up on the ventilator, for somebody had ordered
a lot more fish.
"So he has fooled you, too? Yes? You have been living with him there and
did not know he was married to a woman in a flat right below yours--her
name is Browning. I saw that you remembered it. Strange, ain't it? Do
you know how she died? No? I see you do not. You are very smart, very
clever. You have talked just as I hoped you would. Let me introduce Mr.
Smith."
And from behind a screen stepped a slight, middle-aged man with keen
blue eyes and fair complexion. I shook hands with Mr. Smith. He was a
wide-awake little man, not in the least embarrassed by the
eavesdropping, as it was part of his business. I have lived long enough
to know that there are all kinds of Smiths. He was one of them.
Of course I began to feel that they were crowding me to turn State's
evidence against my faithful Jim. The thought of the funeral in the
early evening in the flat below ours, and Jim's innocent inquiry
concerning it, had flashed upon me. I still felt that Mr. Smith was only
making out a good case to match a big bill. If Jim H
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