The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A NovelBoothby, Guy
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The Mystery of the Clasped Hands: A Novel
Boothby, Guy
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
“It will be linked with it whether you like it or not,” was the reply.
“If I am prepared to stake my honour on your innocence, you may be very
sure that she will stake hers. Molly isn’t a fair-weather friend.”
“She is the truest and best girl in the world,” said Godfrey. “No one
knows that better than I.”
“Then wait until you have seen her and talked it over with her alone.
Put the question to her, and see what she will say. I know her well
enough to guess what her answer will be.”
“God bless you for your trust in me!” said Godfrey, in a shaky voice. “I
fear I have done very little to deserve it.”
“It is sufficient that I know you for what you are,” the other answered.
“I knew your uncle and grandfather before him, and I am as certain that
you would not do anything dishonourable as I am of my own name. What we
have to do is to put our wits to work and to endeavour to find out, as
Codey says, the sender of the box. Then I believe we shall be on the
track of the real criminal. It was a very good suggestion on Mr.
Bensleigh’s part that we should employ that man; we could not have had a
better. I never saw such eyes in my life. He seems to look one through
and through. I pity Mr. Fensden when he comes to be cross-examined by
him.”
The old gentleman chuckled over the thought and then lapsed into
silence.
When they reached Detwich, they became aware that Griffin had travelled
from London by the same train. Godfrey beckoned to him.
“Of course you heard the evidence to-day, Griffin,” Godfrey began when
the other approached.
“Yes, sir, I did,” said the police official, gravely.
“And you must have drawn your own conclusions from it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, Griffin, what I wanted to say to you is that, if I am wanted for
anything, I shall not leave the Hall until Wednesday morning; then I
shall go up to the inquiry again.”
“I will bear the fact in mind, sir,” said the man. “But there’s one
thing I should like to say, if you don’t mind.”
“What is it? Say it by all means.”
“It’s this, sir. Whether it’s going against my duty or not--and there’s
nobody here to hear it if it is--whatever verdict they may bring in, I
don’t believe for a moment that you had any more to do with that poor
girl’s death than I had. You will excuse my saying so, I hope, sir?”
“On the contrary, I am very much obliged to you for your good opinion,”
Godfrey replied, holding out his hand which the other took. “I am afraid
that it’s going to be a very unpleasant business for me. That can’t be
helped, however. Good-night.”
“Good-night, sir,” the man answered.
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