CHAPTER VIII.

Fresh suspicions.

There is a moment-stupified silence.

JAP, who is the least surprised of any of us, was the first to speak.

My word, he cried.

You're the goods, and no mistake, Mr. Porrow.

These witnesses of yours are all right, I suppose.

Wala, I have prepared a list of them, names, and addresses.

You must see them, of course, but you will find it all right.

I'm sure of that.

JAP lowered his voice.

I'm much obliged to you.

A pretty mayor's nest, resting him would have been.

He turned engulforp.

But if you'll excuse me, sir, why couldn't you say all this at the inquest?

I will tell you why, interrupted Porrow.

There was a certain rumor, a most malicious and utterly untrue one, interrupted Alfred

Engulforp in an agitated voice.

And Mr. Engulforp was anxious to have no scandal revived just at present.

Am I right?

Quite right, Engulforp nodded.

With my poor Emily, not yet buried, can you wonder I was anxious that no more lying rumors

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