Penistone, Stocksbridge and Hoyland Express, etc. — 1909-01-02 (Penistone, South Yorkshire, England)

EADE'S PILLS. brackets had been replaced by bright new ones. "Er—Mr. Dellaby Strange," said Walsh. reading from the card, "what can I do for you? I fail to remember your name, I think, as one of our regular customers." "Supposes I'm a newspaper man, and being naturally sick to death of them already, has g.," his back up accordingly," thought Strange. "That's bad to begin with. I'd better phinge and tell him straight out nho I am, and what . I want." ' So he did that but Walsh's face did not grow any more cordial, neither did he ask hie visitor to sit down. "Of course I know. The said, "that Mr. John Connolly was my unclir s executor, although I haven't the--er—er pleasure of his personal acmtaintance; but I fail to see why he should interfere here. Barely Captain Petton's own relatives may he trusted to do all that is necessary In the termer." "I think Mr. Connolly believed that they would not resent a little extraneous help." "Then Mr. Connolly is wrong, Mr. Strange. Speaking for myself, I do resent such intermeddling, most distinctly." "Then you wish me to understand that you would prefer the Cane to be left uncleared up?" "I wish you to understand what you pleaee, Mr. Strange. I have not invited yon here, and I do not feel called upon to make any explanation to you. But I will tell you tittle. My uncle is unhappily dead, and all the worrying and prying in the world will not bring him to life again. You'll admit that, I hope? Hanging his murderer is a thing the country will do if they can lay hands upon that murderer. But to assist, them in the c6se is a thing I am not disposed to do." "Because matters which are discreditable to : your family would then very probably be ' brought to light—just so," said Strange. You have snapped me up, Mr. Strange, in a somewhat unwarrantable fashion." "I'm afraid the deduction was such a very obvious one. But we'll forget that now, if you will. As Mr. John Connolly's representative, of course, I should be equally keen with you, Li, keep anything of that sort as much as possible in the background. But if you'd tell me one or two things I should be extremely , grateful. Of course, now you respect Laden of being your uncle's murderer? "At this moment," said Walsh, very drily. "I cannot say whether I do, or whether I do not." . "Yea, I see," said Strange, impassively. i"And, by the way, could Laffan have carried your d rI uncle? i?? Low, Mr. Strange. I never saw , him try." "Oh, thanks. I just thought I'd ask, you know. Would you mind telling me what build of man this same Laffan was? "About the sante build as yourself, only I shambling. That is to say, he would be about 'as tall if he straightened himself out, but he , j was round-shouldered, and that mede him look I shorter than he really seas. Perhaps, WO, 'he might measure a trifle more round the chat than you do, but I couldn't say." "lie wasn't s man you knew, then, intimately" "ihave seen him for about one half hour in 'my life, and that's all. He was as strong as I whipeord. He's been second mate at the—l j mean, he had just come-off the sets'" "I understand; and, consequently, was in ' good training for handling big weights. But ' your uncle, Mr. Walsh, was a very stout man, j was he not? Do you think Laffan could have carried him?" "My uncle was not fat. He was constantly boasting that he had not an ounce of fat on his body. Bob he was very heavily-boned, and vary thick-est,and anyone that knew him would  DESCRiPTIOXS  ZiOTHIIIG  1161 t  S  "