"
"Humph," said the lawyer, as he turned to go, with his mind
evidently busily at work both on the strange sort of confusion that
had been visible in the Professor's manner, and on the circumstances
he had elicited from him.
"I'll tell you what," said one of the young students to the other,
while they were engaged in preparing to consign the body of the
murdered woman to the police. "I'll tell you what: I'll be blessed
if I don't think the governor knows, or has a shrewd guess, who it
is has done this job. Did you mark the way he looked, and went as
pale as death, when I showed him the place?"
"Bah, nonsense! He was vexed that he had not seen it himself. How
should he know anything about it?"
"I don't know how; but I know him, and his ways," said the first
speaker.
"But if he thinks he has any guess at the murderer, why don't he say
it at once?" asked the younger lad.
"Ah, yes, I think so; I should like to see him at it. That's not his
business, that's the lawyer's business. You may depend on his
keeping his own secret, if he has got one. The governor likes quiet
sailing in still water, he does. But if he did not see something
more in this little bit of steel and atom of wax, that have stopped
a life so cleverly, than the mere things themselves and the effect
of them,--why, then, I know nothing about old Buonaventura
Tomosarchi, that's all.
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