Yes, sir,--I'm not very like to forget that!"
"A terrible experience!" agreed Collingwood. "It would naturally fix
itself on your memory."
"Aye--my memory's very keen about it," said Cobcroft. "I remember every
detail of that morning. And," he continued, showing a desire to become
reminiscent, "there was something happened that morning, before the
accident, that I've oft thought over and has oft puzzled me. I've never
said aught to anybody about it, because we Yorkshiremen we're not given
to talking about affairs that don't concern us, and after all, it was
none o' mine! But you're a law gentleman, and I dare say you get things
told to you in confidence now and then, and, of course, this is between
you and me. I'll not deny that I have oft thought that I would like to
tell it to a lawyer of some sort, and find out how it struck him."
"Anything that you like to tell me, Mr. Cobcroft, I shall treat as a
matter of confidence--until you tell me it's no longer a secret,"
answered Collingwood.
"Why," continued Cobcroft, "it isn't what you rightly would call a
secret--though I don't think anybody knows aught about it but myself! It
was just this--and it may be there's naught in it but a mere fancy o'
mine. That morning, before the accident happened, I was in and out of
the private office a good deal--carrying in and out letters, and account
books, and so on.
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