R. Austin Freeman

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R. Austin Freeman The Singing Bone — The Old Lag (1912)

Good God, sir! What do you think I am wanted for?" He paused for a moment, and then replied in breathless tones to his own question: "The Camberwell murder!"
Thorndyke gave a low whistle.
"My wife knows I didn't do it," continued Belfield, "because I was at home all the evening and night; but what use is a man's wife to prove an alibi?"
"Not much, I fear," Thorndyke admitted; "and you have no other witness?"
"Not a soul. We were alone all the evening."
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R. Austin Freeman The Singing Bone — The Old Lag (1912)

It is not wise for a man who is wanted by the police to make up as though he had just escaped from a comic opera."
Mr. Belfield seated himself with a groan, and, taking off his spectacles, stared stupidly from one of us to the other.
"And now tell us about your little affair," said Thorndyke. "You say that you are innocent?"
"I swear it, doctor," replied Belfield; adding, with great earnestness, "And you may take it from me, sir, that if I was not, I shouldn't be here. It was you that convicted me last time, when I thought myself quite safe, so I know your ways too well to try to gammon you."
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R. Austin Freeman The Singing Bone — The Old Lag (1912)

There was the handkerchief, planted, as I had no doubt; but could not prove; the name stamped on it was Belfield's, but any one can get a rubber stamp made. Then it was stained with blood, as handkerchiefs often are; that blood might or might not be human blood; it did not seem to matter a straw whether it was or not. Nevertheless, I said to myself: If it is human, or at least mammalian blood, that is a fact; and if it is not human blood, that is also a fact. I will have that fact, and then I shall know what its value is. I examined the stain when I reached home, and behold!
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