Excerpt: "Now, I am James Southam, at one time of Dulborough, but, although I do answer to that description, a very clear something told me that if I did hear of anything to my advantage by applying to anybody, then the age of miracles was not yet done with. …An examination of the dead man’s pockets disclosed the somewhat curious fact that they contained nothing but a massive gold watch, without a maker’s name; a sheaf of bank-notes, which, unenclosed in any cover, was simply thrust in the breast-pocket of his coat, and consisted of no less than one hundred ten-pound notes; some gold and silver coins–four pounds, thirteen shillings, if I remember rightly–in a plain leather purse; and, in an apparently forgotten corner of his right-hand waistcoat pocket, was a torn scrap of a visiting card. …Notwithstanding which, when the inquiry closed, I was conscious that more than one person in court, and a good many out of it, cherished the impression that I had had a hand indirectly, if not directly, in the murdered man’s despatch, the verdict of the coroner’s jury being that Jonas Hartopp, otherwise known as Duncan Rothwell, had been murdered by some person or persons unknown."
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