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Page 48
The girl stared straight before her, dumbly.
"Answer me!" shouted Harley.
"Yes--yes! He is a foreigner."
"A Hindu?"
"I think so."
"He was here five minutes ago?"
"Yes."
"Where was he going to take you?"
"I don't know. He said he could put me in a good job out of
London. We had only ten minutes to catch the train. He's gone to
get the tickets."
"Where did you meet him?"
"In the Green Park."
"When?"
"About a month ago."
"Was he going to marry you?"
"Yes."
"What did you do to the serviettes on the night Sir Charles
died?"
"Oh, my God! I didn't do anything to hurt him--I didn't do
anything to hurt him!"
"Answer me."
"Sidney--"
"Oh, he called himself Sidney, did he? It isn't his name. But go
on."
"He asked me to get one of the serviettes, with the ring, and to
lend it to him."
"You did this?"
"Yes. But he brought it back."
"When?"
"The afternoon--"
"Before Sir Charles's death? Yes. Go on. What did he tell you to
do with this serviette?"
"It--was in a box. He said I was not to open the box until I put
the serviette on the table, and that it had to be put by Sir
Charles's plate. It had to be put there just before the meal
began."
"What else?"
"I had to burn the box."
"Well?"
"That night I couldn't see how it was to be done. Benson had laid
the dinner table and Mrs. Howett was pottering about. Then, when
I thought I had my chance, Sir Charles sat down in the dining
room and began to read. He was still there and I had the box
hidden in the hall stand, all ready, when Sidney--rang up."
"Rang you up?"
"Yes. We had arranged it. He said he was my brother. I had to
tell him I couldn't do it."
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