"You will not forget," said he. "I trust to you." The policeman
bowed.
"Spare no money. The only purpose for which I now value wealth is
to have the murderer arrested, and brought to justice. My hope in
life now is to see him sentenced to death. Offer any rewards. Name
a thousand pounds in the placards. Come to me at any hour, night or
day, if that be required. All I ask of you is, to get the murderer
hanged. Next week, if possible--to-day is Friday. Surely with the
clues you already possess, you can muster up evidence sufficient to
have him tried next week."
"He may easily request an adjournment of his trial, on the ground of
the shortness of the notice," said the superintendent.
"Oppose it, if possible. I will see that the first lawyers are
employed. I shall know no rest while he lives."
"Everything shall be done, sir."
"You will arrange with the coroner. Ten o'clock if convenient."
The superintendent took leave.
Mr. Carson stood on the step, dreading to shut out the light and
air, and return into the haunted, gloomy house.
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